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VILLAGE  HYMNS 

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Social  worship 

SELECTED    AND    ORIGINAL. 

DESIGNED   AS 

A   SUPPLEMENT 

TO   THE 

PSALMS    AND    HYMNS 

OF 

»R.    WATTS. 


BY  ASAHEL  NETTLETON. 


And  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord  shall  return,  and  come  to  Zion  with 
song's  and  everlasting1  joy  upon  their  heads..../sataA. 


EIGHTH    EDITION. 


NEW-YORK: 

PUBLISHED  AND  SOLD  BY  E.  SANDS, 

Corner  of  James  and  Oak  Streets, 

AND  MAHLON  DAY,  NO.  374  PEARL  STREET. 

AND  SOLD  BY  THE  BOOKSELLERS  GENERALLY. 

1836. 


DISTRICT  OF  CONNECTICUT,  ss. 

L    o      BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  That  on  the  fifteenth  day  of  March, 

'     in  the  forty-eighth  year  of  the  independence  of  the  United  States 

of  America,  CALVIN  CHAFIN,  ofthe  said  district,  hath  deposited  in 

this  office,  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor, 

in  the  words  following— -4o  wit : 

"  Village  Hymns  for  Social  Worship.  Selected  and  original.  De- 
signed as  a  Supplement  to  the  Psalms  and  Hymns  of  Dr.  Watts.  By 
Asahel  Nettleton.  'And  the  ransomed  ofthe  Lord  shall  return,  and  come 
to  Zion  with  songs  and  everlasting  joy  upon  their  heads.' — Isaiah." 

In  conformity  to  the  act  ofthe  Congress  ofthe  United  States,  entitled 
"An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of 
maps,  charts,  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies, 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned." 

CHARLES  A.  INGERSOLL, 

Clerk, of  the  District  of  Connecticut. 
A  true  copy  of  Record,  examined  and  sealed  by  me* 

CHARLES  A.  INGERSOLL, 

Clerk  ofthe  District  of  Connecticut. 


JJAULON    DAY,     PRINTER. 


PREFACE 


With  great  satisfaction  and  pleasure  have  I  often  heard  the 
friends  of  the  Redeemer  express  their  unqualified  attachment  to 
the  sacred  poetry  of  Dr.  Watts.  Most  cordially  do  I  unite  with 
them  in  the  hope,  that  no  Selection  of  Hymns  which  has  ever 
yet  appeared  may  be  suffered  to  take  the  place  of  his  inimitable 
productions. 

Deficiencies,  however,  he  unquestionably  has.  Numerous 
have  been  the  attempts  to  supply  them  ;  but,  hitherto,  the  judi- 
cious have  been  constrained  to  regret,  that  these  attempts  have 
succeeded  only  in  part.  Whether  the  book,  here  published,  will 
add  something  to  that  supply,  is  submitted  to  the  decision  of  the 
religious  community. 

The  compiler  does  not  overlook  the  valuable  labors  of  those 
who  have  preceded  him  in  this  department ;  while  he  concurs  in 
the  opinion,  very  generally  adopted  by  his  brethren  in  the  minis- 
try, that  the  various  benevolent  operations,  and  especially  the 
prevalence  of  revivals,  which  are  so  characteristic  of  the  present 
day,  demand  a  New  Selection  of  Hymns. 

In  the  year  1820,  the  General  Association  of  Connecticut  ap- 
pointed a  committee  to  devise  measures  for  the  prosperity  of  re- 
ligion within  their  limits.  I  well  remember,  that  at  a  meeting 
of  this  committee,  the  first  item  proposed  was  a  New  Selection 
of  Hymns.  Four  years  have  nearly  elapsed,  and  nothing  has 
been  done  pursuant  to  their  appointment. 

When,  in  the  providenee  of  God,  I  had  the  happiness  of  spend- 
ing a  short  season,  as  a  laborer  for  Christ,  within  the  limits  of 
the  Albany  Presbytery,  the  call  for  such  a  work  in  that  region, 
and,  as  I  learned  from  the  most  respectable  sources,  very  exten- 
sively in  the  West  and  South,  was  not  less  imperious  and  press* 


4  PREFACE. 

ing,  than  in  districts  where  I  had  been  more  particularly  conver- 
sant. In  personal  experience,  and  discoveries  of  this  description, 
originated  the  resolution  to  undertake  the  work.  The  compila- 
tion here  presented  is  the  result.  The  task  has  occupied  my 
attention  much  of  the  time  for  nearly  two  years.  Especially 
has  it  cheered  and  comforted  me,  during  the  long  continued  re- 
tirement to  which  a  severe  sickness  subjected  me. 

The  book,  whatever  may  be  its  defects,  is  now  most  affection- 
ately presented 

"  To  Zion's  friends  and  mine." 

I  anticipated  difficulties,  but  am  fully  persuaded,  that  whoever 
undertakes  a  work  of  this  kind  will  have  to  encounter  many  un- 
foreseen embarrassments  in  the  execution. 

I  had  hoped  to  find,  in  the  style  of  genuine  poetry,  a  greater 
number  of  hymns  adapted  to  the  various  exigencies  of  a  revi- 
val. Laborious  research  has,  however,  led  me  to  conclude,  that 
not  many  such  compositions  are  in  existence. 

This  volume  contains  a  number  of  original  hymns,  which  I 
esteem  a  valuable  accession. — To  their  authors,  whose  signa- 
tures are  prefixed,  or  at  their  own  request  omitted,  I  tender  my 
sincere  thanks. 

I  have  obtained  permission  to  insert  a  few  of  the  originals  from 
the  Hartford  Selection.  These,  though  already  familiar  to  many, 
will  yet  be  consulted  with  feelings  of  new  interest,  when  asso- 
ciated with  the  names  of  Strong  and  Steward. 

The  reader  will  find,  inserted  in  this  volume,  a  few  of  the 
psalms  and  hymns  to  which  it  is  designed  as  a  supplement. 
But  he  is  desired  to  recollect,  that  Dwight's  edition,  of  Watts' 
is  in  extensive  circulation.  In  his  edition,  some  of  Watts'  psalms 
and  hymns  were  omitted  ;  and  those  which  I  have  inserted  are 
principally  of  this  character. 

I  have  consulted  all  the  Authors  and  Collections  of  Hymns  to 
which  I  could  gain  access.  I  have  availed  myself  of  their  la- 
bors ;  and  have  spent  much  time  in  attempts  to  remodel  many 
of  the  materials  thus  collected.  In  all  cases,  excepting  the 
hymns  of  established  reputation,  wherever  abridgements  or  al- 


PREFACE.  5 

terations  were  deemed  conducive  to  the  design  of  this  volume, 
they  have  been  made  without  hesitation. 

There  is  a  numerous  class  of  hymns  which  have  been  sung 
with  much  pleasure  and  profit  in  seasons  of  revival,  and  yet  are 
entirely  destitute  of  poetic  merit.  Some  of  my  brethren,  ac- 
quainted with  this  fact,  will  probably  be  disappointed  when  they 
find,  that  so  many  have  been  omitted.  Others  unacquainted  with 
their  beneficial  effects  at  such  seasons,  would  exclude  the  whole 
of  this  class.  I  am  satisfied  from  observation,  as  well  as  from 
the  nature  itself  of  such  hymns,  that  they  must  be  ephemeral. 
They  should  be  confined  to  seasons  of  revival  ;  and  even  here, 
they  ought  to  be  introduced  with  discretion  ;  for  on  this,  their 
principal  utility  must  depend.  A  book,  consisting  chiefly  of 
hymns  for  revivals,  however  important  in  its  place,  would  be  ut- 
terly unfit  for  the  ordinary  purposes  of  devotion — as  prescrip- 
tions, salutary  in  sickness,  are  laid  aside  on  the  restoration  of 
health. 

With  respect  to  the  hymns  of  a  lower  grade,  I  fully  unite  in 
the  opinion  of  a  much  respected  correspondent  :  "  That  the  sa- 
fest course  is,  to  leave  them  generally  out — That  the  warm  heart 
of  a  young  convert  will  take  a  strong  hold,  and  that  with  pleasure 
and  profit  too,  of  many  things,  from  which,  in  a  more  ripened 
state,  he  would  derive  neither." 

After  selecting  a  hymn,  my  first  object  has  been  to  bring  it 
into  a  form  best  adapted  to  be  read  or  sung  in  meetings  for  re- 
ligious purposes.  With  this  view,  some  of  them  have  been  divi- 
ded, and  others  reduced  to  a  stricter  unity  of  thought. 

With  respect  to  the  arrangement,  it  has  cost  me  much  labor. 
After  all,  I  have  not  been  able  entirely  to  satisfy  my  own  mind. 
I  am  aware  that  many  of  the  hymns  placed  under  differen 
heads,  might  have  been  arranged  under  the  same ;  and  yet  all 
these  heads  seemed  indispensable.  The  Christian  and  the  Con- 
vert, for  example,  might  have  been  included  under  one  head. 
But  there  are  so  many  things  peculiar  to  the  commencement  of  the 
Christian  life,  that  it  was  deemed  highly  proper  to  collect  a  num- 
ber suited  to  his  case,  and  place  them  under  the  eye  of  the 
young  convert. 


6  PREFACE. 

This  part  of  my  employment  has  been  highly  [delightful ;  and 
I  cannot  but  indulge  the  hope,  that  among  the  many  thousands 
who  have  commenced  their  christian  course  in  the  recent  revivals, 
not  a  few  of  them  will  find  this  volume  a  pleasant  and  profitable 
companion  on  their  way  to  the  heavenly  Zion. 

The  character  of  some  of  the  hymns  is  such,  that  with  equal 
propriety  they  might  have  been  differently  arranged.  I  have, 
therefore,  distributed  them  under  the  several  heads  where  I  thought 
them  most  needed — recollecting  that  the  intrinsic  value  of  the 
hymn  was  not  at  all  affected  by  the  page  which  it  might  occupy. 

Where  the  title  of  a  hymn  is  omitted,  it  will  be  found  in  the 
next  preceding,  or  in  the  running  title. 

Tunes  adapted  to  most  of  the  particular  metres  will  be  found 
in  Zion's  Harp,  a  small  collection  of  Music  designed  to  accom- 
pany this  volume. 

The  compiler  has  only  to  add  his  grateful  acknowledgments 
that  this  humble  effort  has  met  with  such  an  extensive  and  wel- 
come reception,  and  for  the  many  tokens  already  received,  that 
his  labor  has  not  been  in  vain, 

NEW-YORK. 


VILLAGE  HYMNS. 


GOD. 


HYMN  1.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Rothwell.     Luther's  Hymn. 

THERE  is  a  God,  who  reigns  above, 
Lord  of  the  heav'n,  and  earth  and  seas  ; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 
There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 
To  teach  us  all,  what  we  must  do  ; 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

There  is  a  gospel  rich  in  grace, 
"Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw  ; 
Lord,  I  repent  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 
There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come ; 
How  many,  younger  much  than  I, 
Have  pass'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 
Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled ; 
There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  offer' d  to  the  dead. 


2,    3.  GOD. 

HYMN  2.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Colchester.     St.  Ann's. 
His  condescension.     Isa.  lxvi.  2. 

1  ~W"MT"HEN  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies, 

j  j      To  visit  earthly  things  ; 
With  scorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  towers  of  haughty  kings. 

2  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll, 

Far  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  visit  every  humble  soul, 
With  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

3  Why  should  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

Disdain  so  lofty  kings  ? 
Say,  Lord,  and  why  such  looks  of  love 
Upon  such  worthless  things  t 

4  Mortals,  be  dumb  ; — what  creature  dares 

Dispute  his  awful  will  ? 
Ask  no  account  of  his  affairs, 
But  tremble,  and  be  still. 

5  Just  like  his  nature  is  his  grace, 

All  sov'reign  and  all  free  ; 
Great  God !    how  searchless  are  thy  ways  ! 
How  deep  thy  judgments  be  ! 

HYMN  3.     C.  M.     Blacklock. 

Elgin.     Martyr's.     Chapel. 
Omniscience  and  Omnipresence.     Ps.  exxxix. 

1  ~1~    ORD,  thou  with  an  unerring  beam 
JLj  Surveyest  all  my  powers  ; 

My  rising  steps  are  watch'd  by  thee, 
By  thee,  my  resting  hours. 

2  My  thoughts,  scarce  struggling  into  birth, 

Great  God,  are  known  to  thee  ; 

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GOD.  4,   5 

Abroad,  at  home,  still  I'm  enclosed 
With  thine  immensity. 
3  To  thee  the  labyrinths  of  life 
In  open  view  appear  ; 
Nor  steals  a  whisper  from  my  lips 
Without  thy  listening  ear, 

HYMN  4.     C.  M. 

Walsal.     Plymouth. 
Proverbs  xv.  3. — Hebrews  iv.  13. 

1  fB^HE  eye  of  God  is  every  where 

1      To  watch  the  sinner's  ways  ; 
He  sees  who  join  in  humble  prayer, 
And  who  in  solemn  praise. 

2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Can  pierce  and  search  us  through ; 
Nor  heav'n,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view  ! 

3  The  universe,  in  every  part, 

At  once  before  thee  lies  ; 
And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

4  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  pray  and  praise 

With  fervent,  holy  love  ; 
And  fit  us  by  thy  word  of  grace 
To  worship  thee  above. 

HYMN  5.     C.   M.     Watts. 

Cambridge.     Swanwick. 
His  glories  in  Redemption.     Isa.  xliv.  23. 

1  TjlATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 
JO     How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  thro'  the  skies. 

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6.  GOD. 

2  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design, 

To  save  rebellious  worms  ; 
*  Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divine st  forms ; — 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess — 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone — 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

4  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  hea\renly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Emmanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

5  Oh,  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 

In  that  immortal  song ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

HYMN  6.     C.  M. 

Halifax.     Brain  tree. 

1  TNDTJLGENT  Father,  how  divine, 

1    How  bright  thy  beauties  are  ! 
Thro'  nature's  ample  round  they  shine, 
Thy  goodness  to  declare. 

2  But  in  thy  nobler  work  of  grace, 

What  brighter  mercy  smiles 
In  our  benign  Redeemer's  face, 
And  every  fear  beguiles  ! 

3  Such  wonders,  Lord,  while  we  survey, 

To  thee  our  thanks  shall  rise, 
When  morning  ushers  in  the  day, 
Or  evening  veils  the  skies. 

4  When  glimmering  life  resigns  its  flame, 

Thy  praise  shall  tune  our  breath ; 
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GOD.  7,    a 

The  dear  memorials  of  thy  name 

Shall  gild  the  shades  of  death. 
5  But  oh,  how  sweet  our  song  shall  rise, 

When  freed  from  feeble  clay ; 
And  all  thy  glories  meet  our  eyes 

In  one  eternal  day  ! 

HYMN  7.     C.  M. 

Braintree.     York. 
Love  of  God.     1  John  iv,  8. 

1  ^""iOME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
V_y  And  lift  your  souls  above ; 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares* 

And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 
Jesus  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears 
To  show,  that  God  is  love. 

3  Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 

Thunders  his  dreadful  name  ; 
But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  In  all  his  doctrines  and  commands, 

His  counsels  and  designs — 
In  ev'ry  work  his  hands  have  fram'd 
His  love  supremely  shines: 

5  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim, 

Thro'  earth  and  heaven  above, 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 

HYMN  8.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Antigua.     Blendon. 
God's   goodness.     Ps.  cvii.  31. 

1   ~W7"E  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 

■      The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 

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9.  GOD. 

And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound, 
Through  all  your  tribes  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light; 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  But  Oh  !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  ! 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  array'd 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

4  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar, 
There,  in  the  land  of  praise,  adore ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  9.     L.    M.     Medley. 

Blendon.     Tallis'  Evening  Hymn. 
Loving-kindness.     Isaiah  lxiii.  7. 

1  A    WAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

f\    And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  great ! 

3  Tho'  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  strong! 
i  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  good ! 
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GOD.  10,  11 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh !   may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

HYMN  10.     S.  M.     Watts. 

Peckham.  Watchman.  Pelham. 
Love  and  JWercy. 

1  ^^ING — how  eternal  love 
►^  Its  chief  Beloved  chose ; 

And  bade  him  raise  our  ruin'd  race, 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

2  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

3  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by — 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardon  down, 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

4  Now,  Sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

HYMN  11.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Colchester.     Braintree. 
Trinity.     Ephesians  ii.  18. 

ATHER  of  glory,  to  thy  name 
Immortal  praise  we  give, 

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12.  GOD. 

Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim; 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease  ; 
Our  lives  he  ransom'd  with  his  own, 
And  dy'd  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thine  Almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given, 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  Heaven. 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th'  eternal  God, 
And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys, 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 

5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join, 

One  general  song  to  raise  : 
Let  saints  in  earth  and  Heaven  combine, 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

HYMN  12.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Abridge.      St.  Ann's. 
The  mysteries  of  Providence. 

1  f^S  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
\jT  His  wonders  to  perform ; 

He  j  lants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  coarage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 
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GOD.  13. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiGng  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  13.     C.  M.     Addison. 

Mear.     Rochester. 
Servants  of  God  always  safe. 

i  T  |~OW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord, 
1    I   How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care  ; 
Thro'  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid— the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

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14.  UNIVERSAL    PRAISE. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
Well  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 


UNIVERSAL    PRAISE 
HYMN  14.     6,  4.     Madan's  Col. 

Trinity.     St.  Clemens. 

1  ^iOME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
\^  Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made  : 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd ; 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

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UNIVERSAL  PRAISE.  15,  16. 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  thee  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ! 
His  sovereign  majesty, 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore. 

HYMN  15.     L.  M.    Watts. 

Wells.     Old  Hundred. 
God  exalted  above  all  praise. 

1  TT1 TERNAL  power !  whose  high  abode 
MjJ  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God ; 

In  vain  the  tallest  angel  tries 

To  reach  thy  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  Earth,  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name ; 
But  oh,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

3  God  is  in  heaven,  but  man  below  : 

Be  short  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few: 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

HYMN  16.     5,  6.     Madan's  Col. 

Locke.     Devonshire. 
God! 8  servants  should  praise  him. 

1  "W7~E  servants  of  God, 
■     Your  Master  proclaim, 

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17.  UNIVERSAL   PRAISE. 

And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  Name  ; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 
Almighty  to  save  ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh, 
His  presence  we  have  : 

The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  king. 

3  Salvation  to  God 

Who  sits  on  the  throne — 

Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honor  the  Son : 
Our  Jesus's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim ; 
Fall  down  on  their  faces 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore, 
And  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power, 
And  wisdom  and  might : 

All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above ; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  Infinite  love. 

HYMN  17.     8,     7.     Taylor. 

Sicilian  Hymn.     Northampton  Chapel. 
AINTS,  with  pious  zeal  attending, 
Now  a  grateful  tribute  raise  ; 
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is 


UNIVERSAL  PRAISE.  18. 

Solemn  songs  to  heav'n  ascending, 

Join  the  universal  praise. 
Round  Jehovah's  footstool  kneeling, 

Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls  ; 
Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 

Here  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls. 
Every  secret  fault  confessing, 

Deed  unrighteous,  thought  of  sin, 
Seize,  O  seize  the  proffer'd  blessing, 

Grace  from  God  and  peace  within. 

Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 

Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 
On  the  theme  immortal  dwelling, 

Join  the  universal  praise. 

HYMN  18.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Portugal.     Chatham.     Bicester. 
OD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days, 


G 


My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  Jight, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praise  I'll  raise  on  high, 
And  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  thro'  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 
But  Oh !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

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19,  20.  SCRIPTURES. 

SCRIPTURES. 


HYMN  19.     C.  M.     Rippon. 

Barb j.     Wareham. 

1  3    COW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
1    1    By  inspiration  given  ! 

Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

HYMN  20.     C.  M.     Steele. 

St.  Ann's.     Canterbury. 

1  lilATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 
Wr     What  endless  glory  shines  ! 

For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

4  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near, 
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SCRIPTURES.  21,  22. 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  21.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Plymouth.     Abridge. 

LADEN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 

Almost  in  every  page. 
This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 

Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 
This  is  the  Judge  that  ends  the  strife 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 

Thro'  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

HYMN  22.     L.  M.    Watts. 

Angel's  Hymn,     Kent.     Old  Hundred. 
The  power  of  the  Gospel. 

JESUS,  thy  witness  speaks  within  ; 
The  mercy  which  thy  words  reveal, 
Refines  the  heart  from  sense  and  sin, 
And  stamps  its  own  celestial  seal. 
'Tis  God's  renewing,  gracious  hand, 

That  moulds  and  forms  the  heart  anew  ; 
Transgressors  can  no  more  withstand, 
But  bow  and  own  his  doctrine  true. 

The  guilty  wretch,  that  trusts  thy  blood, 
Finds  peace  and  pardon  at  the  cross ; 

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23.  SCRIPTURES. 

The  soul,  that  was  averse  to  God, 
Believes  and  loves  his  Maker's  laws. 
4  Let  proud  oppressors  cease  their  strife, 
And  own,  O  Lord,  the  work  is  thine  ; 

The  voice,  that  calls  the  dead  to  life, 
Must  be  almighty  and  divine. 

HYMN  23.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

Italy.     Bicester.     Truro. 

1  ^i  OD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
\IJC  Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 

And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name  ; 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here  Jesus,  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul- attracting  charms  displays, 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 
And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  He 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage ! 

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ALARMING.  24,    25. 

HYMN  24.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Abridge.     Barby. 
iThe  glory  of  the  word. 

THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight : 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 

A  sanctifying  light. 
A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 

They  rise,  but  never  set. 
Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 

With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 


ALARMING 


HYMN  25.     S.  M.     Newton. 

Wirksworth.     Orange. 
Few  saved.     Luke  xiii.  23. 

DESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
What  multitudes  pursue  ! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 

Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 
Believers  find  the  way 

Thro'  Christ,  the  living  gate ; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

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26.  ALARMING. 

3  If  self  must  be  deny'd, 

And  sin  no  more  carress'd, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  Encompass'd  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend  ; 
They  say,  so  many  can't  be  wrong, 
And  miss  a  happy  end. 

5  But  hear  the  Saviour's  word, 

"  Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gate, 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late." 

6  Obey  the  gospel  call, 

And  enter  while  you  may ; 
The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small, 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 

7  Lord,  open  sinners'  eyes, 

Their  awful  state  to  see  ; 
And  make  them,  ere  the  storm  aiise, 
To  thee  for  safety  flee. 

HYMN  26.     C.  M.     Dobell. 

Windsor.     Buckingham.     Lebanon. 
Matt,  vii  13,  14. 

1  O INNERS,  behold  that  downward  road 
►^  Which  leads  to   endless  wo  ; 

What  multitudes  of  thoughtless  souls, 
The  road  to  ruin  go ! 

2  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  way 

Which  leads  to  endless  bliss  ; 
There  see  a  happy  chosen  few, 
Redeem'd  by  sovereign  grace. 

3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 

To  Zion  upward  tend  : 
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1 


ALARMING.  27, 

The  bible  is  their  precious  guide, 
And  God  himself  their  friend. 
4  Lord,  I  would  now  a  pilgrim  be— 
Guide  thou  my  feet  aright ; 
I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds 
Be  banished  from  thy  sight. 

HYMN  27.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Bath.     Luther's  Hymn. 
The  sinner  iveighed  and  found  wanting.     Dan.  v.  27. 

RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye  : 
Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high  ! 
There  shall  his  justice  be  display'd, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 
See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law  ; 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw  : 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ? 
Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  how  vain ! 
Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  in  dreadful  characters  : 
*  Sinner — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 
And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground.' 
Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  unbrace  ; 
Let  horror  change  thy  guilty  face ; 
Thro'  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll, 
Till  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 
One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail ; — 
Christ  hath  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale  ; 
Still  doth  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 
Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save ; 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave ; 
The  pond'rous  load  of  guilt  remove, 
That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 

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28,  29.  ALARMING, 

HYMN  28.     C.  M, 

Funeral  Hymn.     Elgin. 
Hell.     Isa.  xxx.  33.     Mark  ix.  43,  44, 

1  lilAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
Wr     Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 

Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play — 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire  ; 
There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would — but  can't  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never  dying  worm, 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 

4  Sad  world  indeed  !  ah,  who  can  bear 

For  ever  there  to  dwell — 
For  ever  sinking  in  despair 
In  all  the  pains  of  hell ! 

HYMN  29.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Elgin.     Funeral  Hymn. 
The  Scoffer. 

1  A   LL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
f\    And  say  there  is  no  hell ; 

The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind ! 

3  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues,  you  scorn'd  before, 
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ALARMING.  30,  31. 

No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 

Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 
4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 

With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 
When  jou  exchang'd  your  souls  away 

For  vanity  and  songs. 

HYMN  30.     L.  M. 

Bath.  Monmouth. 
To-day.  Heb.  iv.  7. 

1  TTfASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

1   1,  And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Oh,  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

HYMN  31.     L.  M.     Newton, 

Winchester.     Bath.     Wells. 
The  Jig-tree.     Mark  xi.  20. 

1   ^VNE  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke 
\J  Against  the  tree  that  bore  no  fruit, 
More  dreadful  than  the  lightning's  stroke, 
Blasted  and  dry'd  it  to  the  root. 

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32.  ALARMING. 

2  How  many,  who  the  gospel  hear, 
Whom  Satan  blinds,  and  sin  deceives, 

May  with  this  wither'd  tree  compare  ? 

They  yield  no  fruit,  but  only  leaves. 

3  Knowledge,  and  zeal,  and  gifts,  and  talk, 
Unless  combin'd  with  faith  and  love, 
And  witness'd  by  a  gospel  walk, 

Will  not  a  true  profession  prove. 

4  Without  such  fruit  as  God  expects, 
Knowledge  will  make  our  state  the  worse  ; 
The  fruitless  sinners  he  rejects, 

And  soon  will  blast  them  with  his  curse. 

HYMN  32.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 

Dunbar.     Orange.     Bridgeport. 
Preparations  for  the  Judgment.     Rev.  xx.  11. 

1  ~Cfl~OW  will  my  heart  endure 
JLjL  The  terrors  of  that  day ; 

When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge, 
Astonish'd  shrink  away ! 

2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 
Hark !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 
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I 


ALARMING,  33,    34. 

HYMN  33.     S.  M.     Dwight. 

Bridgeport.      Wirksworth. 
The  harvest  is  past.      Jer.  viii.  20, 

SAW,  beyond  the  tomb, 
The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account, 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath  like  flaming  fire, 

Burn'd  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo, 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  call'd  to  day ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon,  your  injured,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

HYMN  34.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Elim.     Barby. 
The  rich  worldling.     Luke  xii.   16 — 21. 

1  "~|\/rY  barns  are  full,  my  stores  increase  ; 

lTl    And  now  for  many  years, 
Soul,  eat  and  drink,  and  take  thine  ease, 
Secure  from  wants  and  fears." 

2  Thus,  while  a  worldling  boasted  once, 

As  many  now  presume, 
He  heard  the  Lord  himself  pronounce 
His  sudden,  awful  doom  : 

3  "  This  night,  vain  fool,  thy  soul  must  pass 

Into  a  world  unknown  ; 

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35,    36.  ALARMING. 

And  who  shall  then  the  stores  possess, 
Which  thou  hast  call'd  thine  own  V* 
4  Thus  blinded  mortals  fondly  scheme 
For  happiness  below ; 

Till  death  destroys  the  pleasing  dream. 
And  they  awake  to  wo. 

HYMN  35.     C.  M.     Part  II. 

Elgin.    Martyrs. 

1  A   H!  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay 
f\    That  fills  the  sinner's  mind, 

When  torn  by  death's  strong  hand  away 
He  leaves  his  all  behind ! 

2  Worldlings,  who  cleave  to  earthly  things, 

But  are  not  rich  to  God, 
Will  feel  that  death  is  full  of  stings, 
And  hell  a  dark  abode. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  make  us  timely  wise, 

Thy  gospel  to  attend ; 
That  we  may  live  above  the  skies, 
When  time  and  life  shall  end. 

HYMN  36.     C.  M.     Newton. 

York.     Mear.     Walsal. 
Trust  of  the  wicked.       Jer.  xvii.  5,  6. 

1  ^<  EE  how  the  worthless  bramble  stands 
►^7  Beneath  a  burning  sky  ; 
Wither'd  and  parch'd  in  barren  sands, 

And  only  grows  to  die. 

2  Such  is  the  sinner's  awful  case, 

Who  makes  the  world  his  trust ; 
And  dares  his  confidence  to  place 
In  vanity  and  dust. 
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ALARMING.  37. 

A  secret  curse  destroys  his  root, 

And  dries  its  moisture  up  .; 
He  livas  a  while,  but  bears  no  fruit, 

Then  dies  without  a  hope. 

HYMN  37.     H.  M.     Lee. 

Bethesda.      Eagle-street. 
Rom.  iii.  16. 

1  WTJ7"HEN  frowning  death  appears, 

V  j      And  points  his  fatal  dart, 
"What  dark  foreboding  fears 
Distract  the  sinner's  heart ! 

The  dreadful  blow 

No  arm  can  stay, 

But  torn  away 

He  sinks  to  wo. 

2  Now  every  hope  denied, 
Bereft  of  every  good, 
He  must  the  wrath  abide 
Of  an  avenging  God  ; 

No  mercy  there 
Will  greet  his  ear, 
Nor  wipe  the  tear 
Of  black  despair. 

3  Sinners,  awake,  attend, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come  : 

Make  Christ,  the  Judge,  your  friend, 
And  heav'n  shall  be  your  home. 

His  mercy  nigh, 

Now  points  the  path 

That  leads  from  death 

To  joys  on  high. 

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38,  39.  ALARMING. 

HYMN  38.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

St.  Martin's.    Dundee.     Barby. 
Acts  xvii.  30. 

1  II  EPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
JL%;  Nor  longer  dare  delay  : 

The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  despatch'd  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  yonr  guilt  confess  ; 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar : 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts,  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

HYMN  39.     L.  M.     Pres.  Davies. 

Luther's  Hymn.     Old  Hundred. 
The  wreck  of  nature.     Isa.  xxiv.  18 — 20. 

1  " |    f"OW  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 

I    I    Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod ! 
He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  oh,  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ! 

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ALARMING.  40. 

Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown? 
See  rocks  like  snow  dissolving  down. 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie  ; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
For  ever— oh,  for  ever  lost ! 

4  But  saints  undaunted  and  serene, 
With  calmness  view  the  dreadful  scene  ; 
Their  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire  ; 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

HYMN  40.     7s.     Newton. 

Middleton.      Pleyel's. 
Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God. 

1  O  INNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
J^  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd  ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame. 

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41,   42.  ALARMING. 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
And  our  souls  be  called  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice  ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above  ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

HYMN  41.     L.  M.     Lee. 

Surry.     Putney. 
God  angry  ivith  the  wicked.     Ps.  vii.  11. 

1  AN  angry  God — a  Judge  severe — 
f\    How  just,  how  holy  is  the  Lord ! 

While  christians  hope  with  humble  fear, 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  His  law  condemns  the  wicked  now, 

And  goodness  seals  their  awful  doom ; 
But  wrath,  tho'  here  unseen,  and  slow, 
"Will  burst,  and  burn  beyond  the  tomb. 

3  Then  how  may  hope  and  peace  be  found  ? 

My  trembling,  anxious  heart  inquires  ; — 
A  hope  secure  on  gospel  ground, 

No  phantom  which  the  world  inspires  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  friend  of  sinners,  hear, 

And  lift  on  me  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Chase  from  my  soul  each  doubt  and  fear, 
And  bid  me  taste  thy  cheering  grace. 

HYMN  42.     S.  M.     Hyde. 

Oulney.      Wirksworth. 
Apostacy.     2  Pet.  ii.  22. 
E,  who  in  former  days, 
Where  found  at  Zion's  gate ; 
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Y 


ALARMING.  43. 

Who  seem'd  to  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
And  told  your  happy  state ; 

2  But  now  to  sin  draw  back, 

And  love  again  to  stray, 
The  narrow  path  of  life  forsake, 
And  choose  the  beaten  way  ; 

3  Think  not  your  names  above 

Are  written  with  the  saints ; 
The  promise  of  unchanging  love 
Is  his  who  never  faints. 

4  Your  transient  joy  and  peace 

Your  deeper  doom  have  seal'd, 
Unless  you  wake  to  righteousness, 
Ere  judgment  is  reveal'd. 

HYMN  43.     7,  6.     Newton. 

Brighthelmstone.     Amsterdam.      Margate. 
The  Alarm. 

1  ^1  TOP,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
J^  Before  you  further  go ; 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  t 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take — 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  ye  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  1 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

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44  INVITING. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  ? 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd  ; 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  2 

4  Tho'  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass ; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 


INVITING. 
HYMN  44.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Clifford.    Bray.     Herman. 
The  Saviour's  invitation.     John  vii.  37. 

THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heav'nly  sound ; 
Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear, 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 
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INVITING.  45,    46 

3  Ye  sinners  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice ; 

The  gracious  call  obey ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  45.     C.  M.     Medley. 

Barby.      Clarendon. 

1  ^kH,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
\J   Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 
Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's  case, 

Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  ev'ry  burden  bring ; 
Here  love,  eternal  love  abounds, 
A  deep  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  living  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose, 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 

HYMN  46.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Wantage.      Buckingham. 

1  f  1 1HERE  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

■      Sounds  from  the  sacred  word ; 
"  Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord. 

2  My  soul  obeys  the  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
Oh !  help  my  unbelief. 

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47.  INVITING. 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  bloocf, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  die. 

4  Stretch  out  thine  arm  victorious  Kingy 

My  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 
With  his  apostate  crew. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  arid  helpless  worm 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
But  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all  I 

HYMN  47,     8,  7.     Newton.. 

Northampton-ChapeL     DrummoncL 
John  ili.    14, 

1  A    S  the  serpent,  rais'd  by  Moses, 
/%    Heal'd  the  burning  serpent's  bite ; 

Jesus  thus  himself  discloses 
To  the  wounded  sinnerrs  sight. 

2  Hear  his  gracious  invitation  r 

"  I  have  life  and  peace  to  give ; 
I  have  wrought  out  full  salvation  : 
Sinner,  look  to  me  and  live. 

3  "  You  had  been  for  ever  wretched, 

Had  I  not  espous'd  your  part ; 
Now,  behold  my  arms  outstretched, 
To  receive  you  to  my  heart. 

4  "  Well  may  shame,  and  joy,  and  wonder, 

All  your  inward  passions  move  ; 
I  could  crush  you  with  my  thunder, 
But  I  speak  to  you  in  love." 


INVITING.  48,   49. 

5  Dearest  Saviour,  we  adore  thee 
For  thy  precious  life  and  death  ; 
Melt  each  stubborn  heart  before  thee, 
Give  us  all  the  eye  of  faith. 

HYMN  48.     L.  M." 

Kingsbridge.     Darwent. 
Behold  I  stand  at  the  door.     Rev.  iii.  20. 

I  T3EH0LD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

-D  He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

■2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  2 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dy'd  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

*>  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

HYMN  49.     C.  M. 

Clarendon.     Newmark. 

1      A  MAZING  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 
r\    And  knocks  at  every  door ! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor, 

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50.  INVITING. 

2  "  Behold,"  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest : — 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing-  by 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

3  "  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell  j 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  for  ever  dwell  ? 

4  "  Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 

Have  I  in  judgment  come  ; 
But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 
And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 

5  "  Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
With  me  for  ever  reign  I 

6  "  Say — will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 

And  have  your  sins  forgiven  | 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven  ?' 

HYMN  50,     C.  M.     Steele. 

Springfield.     Bray.     Newmark. 

1      A   ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
r\    To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 


o 


Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 
Unmov'd  and  cold  remain  I 

Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  1 
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INVITING.  51. 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue — 

His  charming*  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  1 

4  'Tis  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  pow'r, 

The  lodging  has  possest ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heav'nly  guest. 

5  Ye  dang'rous  inmates,  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin, 

HYMN  51.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Tunbridge.     Keene. 

1  l^TOW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 
11    O  sinners,  come  away  ; 

The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

2  Oh !  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face. 

4  Oh  !  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  all-searching  eye  ? 

4*  41 


52,  53.  INVITING. 

5  The  dead  awak'd  must  all  appear, 

And  you  among  them  stand. 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

6  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  yain, 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear  ; 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 

HYMN  52.     C.  M.     Heginbothom. 

Walsal.     Elgin.     Windsor. 
He  beheld  the  city:  fyc.     Luke  xix.  41,  42. 

1  "TTNHAPPY  city  !  hadst  thou  known- 

\^J    Then  were  thy  peace  secure  ; 
But  now  the  day  of  grace  is  gone, 
And  thy  destruction  sure." 

2  Thus  to  the  Jews  the  Saviour  calls, 

As  near  their  gates  he  stood, 
His  eyes  beheld  their  guilty  walls, 
And  wept  a  sacred  flood. 

3  And  can  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 

A  weeping  Saviour  see  1 
Shall  I  not  weep  his  groans  to  hear, 
Who  groan'd  and  died  for  me  ? 

4  Blest  Jesus,  let  those  tears  of  thine 

Subdue  each  stubborn  foe  ; 
Come,  fill  my  heart  with  love  divine, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  flow. 

HYMN  53.     C.  M. 

Wednesbury.     Dundee. 

1     TTESUS,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
J    Thy  saving  power  display  ; 
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INVITING.  54. 

Thy  mercy  now  may  sinners  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  day. 

2  Ah,  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  space  ; 

Nor  suddenly  consume  ; — 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer 'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  view, 

Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries — 
Sinners,  the  Saviour  weeps  for  you, 
For  you  he  weeps  and  dies. 

4  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 

The  rebels  to  receive  ; 
And  shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hand  s, 
And  bids  you  turn,  and  live. 


HYMN  54.     C.  M     Steele. 

Springfield.     Bray.     Colchester. 
And  yet  there  is  room.  Luke  xiv.  22. 

E  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 


Y 


Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet, 

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55,  56.  INVITING. 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconcil'd, 
Invites  your  souls  to  come  ; 
The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 
And  kindly  welcom'd  home. 

HYMN  55.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Barby.     Wareham. 

1  TESUS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 
^P    Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak ; 

Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage, 

Does  thy  salvation  flow ; 
'Tis  not  confined  to  sex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  offered  to  the  prince, 

The  poor  may  take  their  share  ; 
No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come,  all  ye  wretched  sinners,  come, 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

HYMN  56.     H.  M.     Boden. 

Eagle-Street.     Bethesda. 

1  "W7"E  dying  sons  °f  men, 
■      Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 
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INVITING.  57, 

2  No  longer  now  delay ; 
No  vain  excuses  frame  , 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 

All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come  ! 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 
Ye  wandering  souls  draw  near : 
Christ  calls  you  from  above — 
His  charming  accents  hear ! 

Let  whosoever  will,  now  come  ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN  57.     8,  7,  4.     Hart. 

Littleton.     Jordan. 
Sinners  invited  to  Christ.     Matt.   xi.  28 — 30. 

1  ^^10ME,ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
\^y  Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  your'e  better 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you — 
Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finished  :" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

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58.  INVITING. 

4  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

5  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! — 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

HYMN  58.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Portugal.     Bath. 

1  ^"^lOME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distrest, 
Vy  Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
Oh,  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 

Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

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INVITING.  59. 

HYMN  59.  5,  6. 

Devonshire.    Locke. 

1  £^iOME,  sinners,  attend, 
\^J  And  make  no  delay  ; 
Good  news  from  a  friend, 

I  bring  you  to-day  ; 
Glad  news  of  salvation 

Come  now  and  receive  : 
There's  no  condemnation 

To  them  that  believe. 

2  I  AM  THAT  I  AM 

Hath  sent  me  to  you ; 
Glad  news  to  proclaim, 

Your  sins  to  subdue  : 
To  you,  O  distressed, 

Afflicted,  forlorn, 
Whose  sins  are  increased, 

And  cannot  be  borne. 

3  But  still  if  you  cry, 

Oh,  what  is  his  name  ? 
You  have  the  reply, 

I  AM  THAT  I  AM : 
Tho'  blind,  lame,  and  feeble, 

And  helpless  you  lie, 
He's  willing  and  able 

Your  wants  to  supply. 

4  Then  only  believe, 

And  trust  in  his  name  ; 
He  will  not  deceive, 

Nor  put  you  to  shame  ; 
But  fully  supply  you 

With  all  things  in  store ; 
Nor  will  he  deny  you 

Because  you  are  poor. 

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60,   61.  INVITING. 

HYMN  60.    L.  M. 

Blendon.     Bath.     Portugal. 
Luke  xv.    20 — 24. 

1  "  g     O  !  what  a  rapt'rous  joy  possest 

_Lj  The  tender  parent's  throbbing  breast, 
To  see  his  spendthrift  son  return, 
And  all  his  former  follies  mourn ! 

2  So,  Jesus  never  will  despise 
The  contrite  heart  for  sacrifice  ; 

The  deep-fetched  sigh,  the  secret  groan 
Will  rise  accepted  to  the  throne. 

3  He  meets,  with  tokens  of  his  grace, 
The  trembling  lip,  the  blushing  face  ; 
His  bowels  yearn  when  sinners  pray, 
And  mercy  bears  their  sins  away. 

HYMN  61.     L.  M.     C.  Wesley. 

St.  Peter's.     Portugal. 

1  O INNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
►^  Haste  to  the  supper  of  your  Lord ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  welcome  his  returning  son, 
Ready  the  gracious  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above 

To  fill  the  broken  heart  with  love, 
T'  apply  and  witness  Jesus'  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  you  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  Angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate ; 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

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INVITING.  62,    63. 

HYMN  62.    L.  M.     C.Wesley. 

Surry.     Warwick. 

1  O INNERS,  approach  your  dying  Lord, 
J^  And  find  your  happiness  restor'd : 
His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 

The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace  : 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  trembling  joys  of  penitence : 

3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart ; 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heav'n. 

4  Oh,  quit  this  world's  delusive  charms, 
And  quickly  fly  to  Jesus'  arms  : 
Wrestle,  until  your  God  is  known, 
Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own. 

HYMN  63.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Rochester.     Braintree,     Brighton. 
Isa.  lv.  1,  2. 

1  T   ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
J__J  And  every  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, — 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : — 

5  49 


64,   65.  INVITING. 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here,  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  all  the  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 
HYMN  64.     L.  M. 

Bicester.     China. 

1  "|    f"0  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 

I    1    'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wdne,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give, 

Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

3  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice  ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 

HYMN  65.     L.  M. 

Carthage.     Surry. 
Compel  them. — Luke  xiv.  23. 

1   ^iOME,  all  ye  souls,  by  sin  oppress'd, 
%^J  Ye  weary  wanderers  after  rest ; 
Ye  poor  and  maim'd  and  halt  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 
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INVITING.  66. 

2  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes  ; 
Behold  the  bleeding  sacrifice ! 

His  offer'd  love  with  joy  embrace, 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  grace. 

3  This  message  from  your  God  receive, 
Nor  longer  dare  his  Spirit  grieve — 
Yield  to  his  love's  constraining  pow'r, 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 

HYMN  66.     8s.     Maxwell. 

Consolation.     Lambeth.      New- Jerusalem. 
Excellencies  of  Christ 

1  TTOW  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth  ? 

■    ■    How  shall  I  his  beauties  declare  I 
Oh,  how  shall  I  speak  of  his  worth, 

Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are  ? 
His  angels  can  never  express, 

Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  throne^ 
How  rich  are  his  treasures  of  grace  ; 

No !  this  is  a  myst'ry  unknown. 

2  In  him  all  the  fulness  of  God 

For  ever  transcendently  shines ; 
Tho'  once  like  a  mortal  he  stood, 

To  finish  his  gracious  designs  : 
Tho'  once  he  was  nail'd  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  set  free ; 
His  glory  sustained  no  loss, 

Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 

3  O  sinner,  believe  and  adore 

The  Saviour  so  rich  to  redeem ; 
No  creature  can  ever  explore 

The  treasures  of  goodness  in  him : 

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67.  INVITING. 

Come,  all  ye,  who  see  yourselves  lost, 
And  feel  yourselves  burden'd  with  sin, 

Draw  near  while  with  terror  you're  toss'd, 
Believe — and  your  peace  shall  begin. 

HYMN  67.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Quito.      Kent.     Portugal. 
The  wonderful   love  of    Christ. 

OME,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 


■c 


Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice  ? 
I  see  the  blessed  fair  one  bend, 
And  stoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  skies  ! 

Oh !  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 
That  those  sweet  lips,  that  he av'nly  look 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  love  ! 

I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains  ; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 

Infinite  grace  !  almighty  charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies  ! 
Jesus,  the  God,  extends  his  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies. 

Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 
In  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 

Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  torturing  smart ; 
"By  these  dear  wounds,"  says  he ;  and  stands, 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 
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INVITING.  68,    69 

7  Sure  I  must  love  :  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ? 
Lord !  melt  this  stubborn  heart  to  tears  ; 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 

HYMN  68.     L.  M.     Collyer. 

Armley.     Surry, 
Jer.xxxi.  18—20. 

1  XJ  ETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 
JLMj  And  seek  an  injur'd  father's  face  ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 

Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "No  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

HYMN  69.     C.  M.     Fawcett. 

Mear.     Plymouth.     Bangor. 
Let  the  wicked  forsake,  fyc.     Isa.  Iv.  7. 

INNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 


*s 


His  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sov'reign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

5*  53 


70,    71.  INVITING?. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace : 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  1 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 


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HYMN  70.     C.  M.     Part  II. 

Rochester.     York.     St.  Ann's. 
OW,  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 


Thro'  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

2  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  ev'ry  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

3  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 
He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Thro'  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

HYMN  71.     8,  7,  4.     Allen. 

Littleton.      Hemsley. 
INNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message. 


•s 


Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
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INVITING.  71 

Every  sentence — Oh,  how  tender ; 

Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 
Listen  to  it — 

Every  line  is  full  of  love. 
Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "  Pardon, 

"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 
How  important ! 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  ! 
Tempted  souls  they  bring  you  succour ; 

Fearful  hearts  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 
Tender  heralds — 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 
False  professors,  grov'ling  worldlings, 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 
While  the  messengers  address  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford  ; 
We  entreat  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 
Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 
Can  you  slight  it — 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 
O,  ye  angels  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay ; 
Rebel  sinners 

Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

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72,    73.  INVITING. 

HYMN  72.    L.M. 

Blendon.     Winchester. 
Come  and  see.     John  i.  39. 

1  TESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound! 
^P    Replete  with  balm  for  every  wound  ! 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free  ; 

Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die  ; 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree ; 
Come,  careless  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
'Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part : 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee  ; 
Come,  anxious  sinner,  come  and  see. 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 

His  blood  at  once  avail'd  for  me  ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

HYMN  73.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Shoel.     Leyden. 

Healing  virtue  in  Christ.     Luke  vi.   19. 

1  ~rW7  E  mourning  sinners,  here  disclose 

■    Your  deep  complaints,your  various  woes; 
Approach — 'tis  Jesus,  he  can  heal 
The  pain  which  mourning  sinners  feel. 

2  Dear  Lord,  extend  thy  healing  hand ; 
Diseases  fly  at  thy  command ; 

O,  let  thy  sov'reign  touch  impart 
Life,  strength,  and  health  to  every  heart. 
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INVITING.  74. 

3  Then  shall  the  sick,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
Adore  their  great  Physician's  name ; 
Then  dying  souls  shall  bless  their  God, 
And  spread  his  wond'rous  praise  abroad. 

HYMN  74.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Springfield.     Clarendon. 
The  Leper  healed.     Matt.  viii.  2,  3. 

1  W^7"HEN  the  poor  leper's  case  I  read, 

j  j      My  own  describ'd  I  feel ; 
Sin  is  a  leprosy  indeed, 

Which  none  but  CHRIST  can  heal. 

2  What  anguish  did  my  soul  endure, 

Till  hope  and  patience  ceas'd  ? 
The  more  I  strove  myself  to  cure, 
The  more  the  plague  increas'd. 

3  While  thus  I  lay  distress'd,  I  saw 

The  Saviour  passing  by ; 
To  him,  though  fill'd  with  shame  and  awe, 
I  rais'd  my  mournful  cry : 

4  "  Lord,  thou  canst  heal  me  if  thou  wilt, 

Oh,  pity  to  me  show; 
Oh,  cleanse  my  leprous  soul  from  guilt ; 
My  filthy  heart  renew." 

5  He  heard,  and  with  a  gracious  look, 

Pronounc'd  the  healing  word  : 
"  I  will — be  clean,"  and  while  he  spoke 
I  felt  my  health  restor'd. 

6  Come,  sinners,  seize  the  present  hour 

The  Saviour's  grace  to  prove ; 
He  can  relieve,  for  he  is  power — 
He  will,  for  he  is  love. 

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75,  76.  INVITING. 

HYMN  75.     C.  M.     Montgomery. 

Barby.     Springfield. 
The  Soul.     Mark  viii.  36. 

1  W"1T7"HAT  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 

j  j      The  whole  creation  round? — 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That  which  in  Christ  is  found  : 

2  The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath — 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife ; 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God,  to  redeem  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well  beloved  Son ; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deign'd  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthen  vessels  frail  ? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  \ 

5  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 

That  knowledge  to  obtain; 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
But  everlasting  gain. 

HYMN  76.     C.  M.     Rippon. 

Newmark.     Colchester. 

1  T   ORD,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross, 
M-4  With  solid  good  for  show  ! 
Outlive  our  bliss,  and  mourn  our  loss 
In  everlasting  wo ! 

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INVITING.  77. 

Let  us  not  lose  the  living  God, 

For  one  short  dream  of  joy ; 
With  fond  embrace  cling  to  a  clod, 

And  fling  all  heav'n  away. 

Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear, 

We  all  thy  charms  defy ; 
And  rate  our  precious  souls  too  dear 

For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 

HYMN  77.     C.  M.     E.  Jones. 


Reading.     Windsor. 
Resolve.     Esther  iv.  16. 

OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  : 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 


•c 


2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess, 

I'll  tell  him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try : 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 

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78,   79.  INVITING. 

HYMN  78.     L.  M.     Lee. 

Bath.     Carthage.     Armley. 
Religion.     Prov.  iv.   7. 

1  r  I  lEACH  us,  O  Lord,  the  great  concern, 

■      To  know  thy  will,  thy  name  to  love ; 
Our  duty  from  thy  word  to  learn, 
And  gain  the  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Religion,  richest  blessing  given, 

Fountain  of  all  our  joys  below, 
Bids  mortals  lift  their  eyes  to  heaven, 
In  scenes  of  darkness  and  of  wo. 

3  Religion  must  be  all  in  all, 

Would  we  th'  immortal  prize  obtain, 
Retrieve  the  ruins  of  the  fall, 

And  'scape  the  death  of  endless  pain. 

4  Send  thy  good  Spirit,  Lord,  we  pray, 

To  sanctify  and  cleanse  our  heart : 
May  we  repent,  believe,  obey, 
And  from  thy  service  ne'er  depart. 

HYMN  79.     C.   M.     H. 

Chapel.      Walsal. 
The  woman  of  Samaria.      John  iv. 

1  ~1~   IKE  her,  who  in  Samaria's  bound, 

■  J  Beneath  a  sultry  sky, 
Oft  at  the  Patriarch's  well  was  found, 
Her  weary  toil  to  ply  : — 

2  Thus  we  our  measur'd  span  employ 

In  labours  long  and  vain — 
We  try  each  boasted  fount  of  joy, 
And  drink — and  thirst  again. 
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INVITING.  80. 

3  O  thou,  who  with  a  pitying  heart, 

Didst  hear  her  earnest  tale, 
To  us  that  living  stream  impart, 
Whose  waters  never  fail. 

4  So  shall  our  broken  cisterns  here, 

By  fickle  dew-drops  fed, 
No  more  awake  the  bitter  tear, 
Or  bow  the  sorrowing  head — 

5  A  holy  fountain  in  the  soul, 

Eternally  shall  rise, 
Supply 'd  by  those  pure  streams  that  roll 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

HYMN  80.     C.  M. 

Newmark.     Barby. 

1  A    T  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought 
f\    His  drooping  frame  to  cheer  : 

Samaria's  daughter  little  thought 
That  Jacob's  God  was  near. 

2  This  had  she  known,  her  fainting  mind 

For  richer  draughts  had  sigh'd ; 
Nor  had  Messiah,  ever  kind, 
Those  richer  draughts  deny'd. 

3  The  man,  who  came  on  earth  to  die, 

How  few  appear  to  know  ! 
The  friend  of  sinners  passing  by, 
Is  still  esteem'd  a  foe. 

4  The  sinner  must  the  stranger  know 

Or  soon  his  loss  deplore  ; 
Behold  !  the  living  waters  flow  ; 
Come — drink,  and  thirst  no  more. 


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81,  82.  INVITING. 

HYMN  81.     S.  M.     Dobell; 

Durham.     St.  Thomas. 
The  accepted  time.     2  Cor.  vi.  2. 

1  T^TOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Xl    Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now  sinners  come  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  T 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room, 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

HYMN  82.     L.  M.     Dwight. 

Psalm  88th.     Carthage.     Darwent. 

1  "1T7HILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 

▼  f     Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  heav'n. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound — 
"  Come,  sinners,  haste,  Oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found." 
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INVITING.  83. 

3  "Soon  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave. 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save." 

4  u  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 
No  sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies." 

HYMN  83.     L.  M. 

Blendon.     China. 

I  f  ■  1 0-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 

I      Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  1 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  1 

%  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  t 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  V 
Say  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

43  Leave  all  your  spoits  and  glittering  toysf 
Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys  ; 
Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell — 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 

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84,  85.  INVITING. 

HYMN  84.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 

Little  Marlboro'.     Aylesbury. 
James  iv.     13,  14. 

1  rriO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 

■      Lodg'd  in  thy  sov'reign  hand ; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away  ; 
Oh,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 
*     Eternity  is  hung, 

Waken  by  thy  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  ; 

Oh,  be  it  still  pursu'd — 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

HYMN  85.     L.  M.     Heginbothom. 

Leyden.     Luton.     Nantwich. 
The  night  cometh.     John  ix.  4. 

1  \  WAKE,  awake,  my  sluggish  soul, 
-£^-  Awake  and  view  the  setting  sun ; 
See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 

Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Death ! — 'tis  an  awful,  solemn  sound  ; 

Oh,  let  it  wake  the  slumb'ring  ear ' 
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PENITENTIAL.  86. 

Apace  the  dreadful  conqueror  comes, 
With  all  his  pale  companions  near. 

3  Thj  drowsy  eyes  will  soon  be  clos'd, — 

These  friendly  warnings  heard  no  more ; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach, 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

4  To-day  attend  his  gracious  voice  ; 

This  is  the  summons  that  he  sends  : 
"  Awake, — for  on  this  transient  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends." 


PENITENTIAL. 
HYMN  86.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Wantage,     Bangor. 
Repentance.     Zech.  xii.   10. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed ! 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  1 1 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done — ■ 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  1 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown ! 

And  love  beyond  degree ! 
Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 

For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 
Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 
Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt,  my  eyes,  to  tears. 

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87,    88.  PENITENTIAL. 

5  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  87.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Funeral  Hymn.     Buckingham. 

1  £~\  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
vJ  Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 

From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  \ 
Hast  thou  not  said — "Return  V 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

HYMN  88.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Wantage.     Standish. 

1  ^~^H,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 
\J  My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ; 

When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore  ! 

2  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 
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PENITENTIAL.  89,    90. 

'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head  ; 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  oh,  burst  mine  eyes, 

And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 

Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  stubborn  soul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes, 

In  undissembled  wo. 

HYMN  89.     L.   M.     Steele. 

Surry.      Carthage. 

THE  Lord  of  life,  the  Saviour  dies, 
For  mortal  crimes,  a  sacrifice  : 
What  love,  what  mercy,  how  divine  ! 
Jesus,  and  can  I  call  thee  mine  ? — 

Be  all  my  heart,  and  all  my  days 
Devoted  to  my  Saviour's  praise ; 
And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove, 
How  much  I  owe,  how  much  I  love. 
Let  humble,  penitential  wo, 
With  painful,  pleasing  anguish  flow  : 
And  thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

HYMN  90.     C.  M.       B. 

Walsal.     Wantage. 
The  Penitent.     Luke  vii.  36 — 50. 

AS  once  the  Saviour  took  his  seat — 
Attracted  by  his  fame, 
And  lowly  bending  at  his  feet, 
An  humble  suppliant  came. 
Asham'd  to  lift  her  streaming  eyes 

His  holy  glance  to  meet, 
She  pour'd  her  costly  sacrifice 
Upon  the  Saviour's  feet. 

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91,    92.  PENITENTIAL. 

3  Oppressed  with  sin  and  sorrow's  weight, 

And  sinking  in  despair, 
With  tears  she  washed  his  sacred  feet, 
And  wip'd  them  with  her  hair. 

4  "  Depart  in  peace,"  the  Saviour  said, 

"Thy  sins  are  all  forgiv'n!" 
The  trembling  sinner  raised  her  head, 
In  peaceful  hope  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  91.     CM.     Stennett. 

Bangor.     Windsor. 

IROSTKATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh,  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm  : 
F  orbid  it,  that  omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

HYMN  92.     L.  M. 

Antworth.     Surry.      Darwent. 
Prayer  of  a  Penitent.     Ps.  6. 

H,  that  the  Lord  would  hear  my  cry, 
And  stay  his  anger  lest  I  die  ! 
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PENITENTIAL.  93- 

Thy  wrath  is  just — yet,  oh,  forgive  ! 
And  let  a  mourning  sinner  live. 
In  all  my  frame,  without,  within, 
I  feel  the  sad  effects  of  sin  ; 
How  long,  my  God,  must  I  complain, 
And  deprecate  thy  wrath  in  vain  ? 

Oh,  should  I  die  depriv'd  of  thee  ! 

What  being  else  can  succour  me  ? 

Thy  frowns  would  rend  my  soul  in  death, 

And  sink  it  to  the  depths  beneath. 

Ye  darling  sins,  that  plague  me  so, 

The  greatest  enemies  I  know, 

Depart — for  God  hath  heard  my  pray'r, 

And  will  not  let  me  long  despair. 

No ; — I  shall  yet  his  goodness  bless  ; 

And  when  this  transient  life  shall  pass, 

Then,  full  of  glory,  I  shall  prove 

He  can  be  just,  and  sinners  love. 

HYMN  93.     L.  M.    Merrick. 

Kingsbridge.      Armley. 
Ps.  li.  9—13. 

OH,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Turn  from  my  sin  thy  searching  eyes, 
Nor  let  th'  offences  of  my  hand, 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 
Give  me  a  will  to  thine  subdu'd, 
A  conscience  pure,  a  soul  renew'd  ; 
Nor  let  me,  wrapt  in  endless  gloom, 
An  outcast  from  thy  presence  roam. 
Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 
Once  more  his  quick'ning  aid  impart ; 
My  mind  from  every  fear  release, 
And  sooth  my  troubled  thoughts  to  peace. 

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94,    95.  PENITENTIAL, 


4  So  shall  the  souls,  whom  error's  sway- 
Has  urg'd  from  thee,  blest  Lord,  to  stray, 
From  me  thy  heavenly  precepts  learn, 
And,  humbled,  to  their  God  return. 

HYMN  94.     C.  M. 

Springfield.     Clarendon.     Coventry. 

1  A   LMIGHTY  God  of  truth  and  love, 
/\    In  me  thy  power  exert — 

The  mountain  from  my  soul  remove — 
The  hardness  from  my  heart. 

2  Do  thou  in  mercy  wake  within, 

A  jealous,  godly  fear, 
A  sensibility  to  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

3  Teach  me  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wand'rings  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

4  The  filial  awe,  the  contrite  heart, 

The  tender  conscience  give  ; 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part — 
No  more  thy  goodness  grieve. 

HYMN  95.     7s.     Raffles. 

Pleyel's.     Epiphany.     Pastoral  Duet. 

1  £<  OV'REIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
►^  Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall : 
Hear,  oh  hear  my  ardent  cry, 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been ! 
Oft  abus'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace ! 
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PENITENTIAL.  96,   97. 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart, 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 

4  But  with  thee  there's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound ; 
Sooth,  oh  sooth  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 

HYMN  96.     S.  M. 

Orange.     Bridgeport. 

1  T    OKD,  help  me  to  repent — 

I  A  With  sin  for  ever  part ; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart — 

2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest, 

For  having  griev'd  thy  love  ; 
A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest, 
Till  cleansed  from  above. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire  ; 
"With  true  sincerity  of  wo, 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down ; 
Strike,  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

HYMN  97.     L.  M.    Hillhouse. 

Surry.     Darwent.     Warwick. 
1  fTlREMBLING  before  thine  awful  throne, 
1      O  Lord,  in  dust,  my  sins  I  own  : 
Justice  and  Mercy  for  my  life 
Contend ! — Oh,  smile  and  heal  the  strife. 

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98,    99.  PENITENTIAL. 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  !  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll — 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found — 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven — 
The  new-born  joy  of  sin  forgiven  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels  1  never  dimm'd  your  sight. — 

HYMN  98.     L.  M. 

Surry.     Kingsbridge. 

1  TjlRIEND  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint ! 

Wr     Where  can  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where,  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  sinner,  poor  ! 

2  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fix'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

3  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer  : 
O  thou,  prayer-hearing,  answering  God, 
Take  from  my  heart  this  painful  load. 

HYMN  99.     L.  M. 

Surry.     Kingsbridge.     Carthage. 

1  TT7ITH  conscious  guilt  and  bleeding  heart, 

\  *     Near  to  thy  throne  of  grace  I  fly  ; 
O  !  friend  of  friendless  sinners,  deign 
To  hear  my  penitential  cry. 

2  My  first,  my  only  cry  shall  be, 

"  Thy  sanctifying  grace  impart, 
And  form  my  soul  alike  to  thee, 
And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart." 
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PENITENTIAL.  100,    101 

HYMN  100.    L.M. 

Tmro.     Kent,     Bath. 

Hosea,  xiv.  1,  2, 

JESUS,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 


More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin ; 
I  now  would  flee  to  thine  embrace ; 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in ! 

2  The  stone  to  flesh  do  thou  convert ; 

And  all  my  guilt  and  sin  remove  ; 
Sprinkle  thy  blood  upon  my  heart, 
And  melt  it  by  thy  dying  love. 

3  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears, 

And  kindle  my  relentings  now  ; 
Fill  all  my  soul  with  filial  fears : 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow. 

4  O,  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 

That  trembles  at  the  approach  of  sin ; 
A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within ! 

HYMN  101.     L.    P.    M.     Raffles. 

Harlington.      Eaton. 

1  TT1ATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love! 

Wr     Oh,  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  : 
Oh,  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice, 
And  bid  this  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

For  I,  alas,  am  all  that's  vile  ; 
No — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 
That  dearest,  sweetest  name  to  me  ! 

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102.  CHRIST. 

3  Within  this  heart  of  mine,  I  feel 

The  weight  of  sin's  oppressive  load ; 
Oh,  help !  or  else  I  sink  to  hell, 

Crush'd  by  thine  arm,  avenging  God  I 
Entomb'd  within  that  dread  abyss, 
And  exil'd  from  the  realms  of  bliss ! 

4  But  ah  !  the  thought  alone  is  hell — 

That  prospect  drives  me  to  despair  ; 
For  who  can  'mid  those  horrors  dwell  ? 

Or  who  those  dreadful  torments  bear  ? 
Where  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
Or  beam  of  joy  the  bosom  cheers  ! 

5  Yet,  mighty  God !  thy  powerful  arm 

Can  snatch  me  from  that  dread  abode  ; 
Can  shield  me  from  th'  impending  harm, 

And  ease  me  of  my  heavy  load  : 
One  pard'ning  word  can  make  me  wholey 
And  sooth  the  anguish  of  my  soul ! 

6  Father  of  Mercies,  God  of  Love, 

Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry, 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty : 
Oh  !  listen  to  a  sufferer's  voice, 
Then  shall  this  bleeding  heart  rejoice  l- 


CHRIST. 


HYMN  102.     C.  M.     Medley. 

Brain  tree.     Colchester. 
His  nativity. 
1   7^/ff~ORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
1TI    And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
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CHRIST,  108. 

32  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  I  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  thro'out 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

HYMN  103.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Abridge.     Barby. 
AngeF s  Song.     Luke  ii.  8 — 14. 

1  "  O  HEPHERDS,  rejoice ;  lift  up  your  eyes, 

JO  And  send  your  fears  away  ; 
News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies — 
Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jesus,  the  God,  whom  angel's  fear, 

Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you ; 
To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  monarch's  do. 

2  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 
Nor  royal  shining  things  ; 
A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
And  holds  the  King  of  kings  ! 

4  "  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  Infant  lies, 
And  see  his  humble  throne ; 

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104,  105.  CHRIST. 

With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes. 
Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son." 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang — and  straight  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng : 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song : 

6  "  Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  above, 

Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

HYMN  104.      7s. 

Redemption.     Hampton. 

1  TTARK  '• — the  herald  angels  sing, 
1    1.   "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  * 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

2  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

3  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King" — 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing — 

"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 

God  and  sinners  reconcil'd."         [Repeat.] 

HYMN  105.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Arundel.      St.  Asaph's. 
The  Redeemer's  message. 

1  TTARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
J--L  The  Saviour,  promised  long  ! 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him,  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
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CHRIST.  106,  107. 

Wisdom,  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  raj  ; 
And,  on  the  eyes,  oppress'd  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  106.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Islington.     Portugal. 
Our  Example. 

1  A   ND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
r\    Such  let  our  conversation  be  ; 

The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove — 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  and  tongues  to  strife; 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labors  of  his  life  were  love ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

4  Oh,  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild — how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

HYMN  107.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Blendon.     China.     Luton. 
1    1%/TY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
IT.l    I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 

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108.  CHRIST. 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer : 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

3  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def  rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

HYMN  108.     L.  M.    Collyer. 

Moreton.     Luton.     Malmsbury. 
Transfiguration.     Luke  ix.  28 — 31. 

1  ^kN  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 
\J  His  alter'd  face  resplendent  shines ; 
And,  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 

Lo  !  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines  ! 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 

Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below  ; 
But  while  they  worship  at  his  feet, 
They  talk  of  fast  approaching  wo. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 

To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes  ; 
And,  with  submission,  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Then  let  us  clime  the  mount  of  prayer. 

When  all  his  beaming  glories  shine ; 
And,  gazing  on  his  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 

5  Oh,  that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills, 

Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils — 
I  too  may  elevate  my  hands. 
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CHRIST.  109,    110. 


HYMN  109.     L.  M.     Tappan. 

Munich.     Armley. 
Gethsemane. 

1  T I  lIS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 

1.     The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shcne  ; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  sufFring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd, 

Immanuel  wrestles  alone,  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  other's  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrow  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains, 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  sooth  the  Saviour's  wo. 
HYMN  110.  L.  M.     Steele. 

Armley.     Bath. 
Sufferings  and  Death. 

1 0  TRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 
►^  Hark !  his  expiring  groans  arise  : 
See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flowTs  from  every  bleeding  wound ; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  Hows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love,  or  pain  ? 

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Ill,    112.  CHRIST. 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart  ! 
'Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 
HYMN  LH.     L.  P.  M. 

Carolans.     Harlington.     Clapton. 

1  tf\  LOVE  divine,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 
%JF  The  Lord  of  life  hath  dy'd  for  me  ! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree  ; 
Th'  incarnate  God  for  me  hath  dy'd  ; 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

2  Sinners,  behold,  as  ye  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace  ; 
Come,  sinners,  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his  1 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  appli'd, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucifi'd : 

3  Is  crucifi'd  for  you  and  me, 

To  bring  us,  rebels,  back  to  God ; 
Salvation  now  for  us  is  free  ; 

His  church  is  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ; 
Pardon  and  life  flow  from  his  side  ; 
The  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucifi'd. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream  ; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  dross, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  ; 
Of  nothing  speak,  or  think  beside, 
The  Lord,  my  love  was  crucifi'd. 

HYMN  112.     CM.     Stennett. 

Buckingham.     Elgin.     Plymouth. 
1  "W7"  ONDER — amazing  sight — I  see 
1    Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 

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CHRIST.  113. 

Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 

And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
Behold  the  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  : 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun ; 

His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ; 
And  with  the  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 

"  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 
So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive ; 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 

The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

HYMN  113.     8,7,4.     F. 

Littleton.     Helmsley. 
It  is  finished.     John  xix.  30. 

HARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy  ! 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky  ! 
"  It  is  finish'd  !"— 
Hear  the  Saviour — dying — cry. 
It  is  finish'd  ! — Oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford ! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord  : 

It  is  finish'd  ! — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 
Finish'd — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finish'd — all  that  God  had  promis'd  : 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finish'd  !— 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

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114,    115.  CHRIST. 


4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuers  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 

HYMN  114.     L.  M.     Stennett. 

Munich,     German. 

1  T  I  lIS  fmish'd  !  so  the  Saviour  cried, 

■      And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died  ; 
'Tis  fmish'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  fmish'd — all  that  Heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said 

Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  fmish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 

4  'Tis  fmish'd — Heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd  ; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

HYMN  115.    L.  M.     Watts. 

Norfolk.     Dresden. 
Dying,  Rising,  and  Reigning. 

1  TIE  dies  !— the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
-H  Lo '  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 

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CHRIST.  116. 

He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead — revives  again ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns  ; 
Sing,  how  he  spoil 'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant,  death — in  chains. 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ! 
And  where  thy  vict'ry  boasting  grave !" 
HYMN  116.  7s.  Collyer. 

Hotham.     Epiphany. 

TO  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies, 
Where  my  Lord  resigns  his  breath ; 
Where  affliction  veils  his  eyes, 

Swimming  in  the  tears  of  death  : 
Thither  bringing  all  my  guilt, 

From  avenging  wrath  I  flee, 
To  the  blood  of  sprinkling  spilt — 

Spilt  to  set  the  sinner  free. 
'Mid  convulsive  agonies, 

Peace  his  quivering  lips  impart ; 
Pardon  seal'd  by  broken  sighs 

Issuing  from  a  bursting  heart ; 
Let  me  feel  this  healing  power, 

Let  this  harden'd  heart  of  stone, 

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117,    118.  CHRIST. 

Melt  beneath  the  purple  shower, 

From  his  body  trickling  down. 
3  On  those  temples,  crown'd  with  thorns, 

SufF'ring  majesty  appears ; 
Love  that  dying  face  adorns, 

Stain'd  with  blood  and  soil'd  with  tears  ; 
Pierce  the  shadows  of  the  heart, 

With  the  light'ning  of  that  eye  ; 
Smiles  of  peace  to  me  impart, 

Let  me  feel,  or  I  must  die  ! 

HYMN  117.     7s.     Gibbons. 

Redeeming  Love.     Hampton. 
Resurrection. 

1  A   NGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
_J\    Death  !  yield  up  the  mighty  prey; 
See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour  !    angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ! 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes  ! 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 

In  long  triumph,  up  the  sky — 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs ! 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ! 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapt'rous  song, 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong ! 

HYMN  118.     7s.     Mad  an. 

LMiddleton.     Epiphany.     Hotham. 
Ascension. 

1   TTAIL,  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
I    I    Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes  ; 

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CHRIST.  119. 

Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven ; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits ; 
"  Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in !" 

2  Him  tho'  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Tho'  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  : 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 
Taken  from  the  world  away, 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  : 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, — 
Grant  our  souls  may  thither  rise — 
Following  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come — 
Looking  for  a  happier  home : 

There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thy  endless  reign ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 
Find  a  heav'n  of  heav'ns  in  Thee. 
HYMN  119.     CM.     Collyer. 

Colchester.     Clarendon. 
Luke  xxiv.  50,  51. 

I  TT  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
1    That  strikes  the  list'ning  ear, 

8  85 


120.  CHRIST. 

That  sooths  his  mourning  follower's  grief, 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear : 

2  'Because  I  leave  this  world' — he  cries, 

'Your  weeping  eyes  o'erflow ; 
But  tho'  I  seek  my  native  skies, 
My  heart  remains  below.' 

3  'My  spirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 

Upon  each  faithful  head, 
Till  I,  your  Lord,  return  to  call 
My  servants  from  the  dead.' 

4  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hands, 

Pronounc'd  his  parting  prayer ; 
When  lo,  a  bright  descending  cloud 
Convey'd  him  thro'  the  air. 

5  With  solemn  awe  his  followers  view'd 

The  splendor  of  the  scene, 
While  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Receiv'd  the  Saviour  in. 

6  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread, 

Thro'  distant  lands,  his  word  ; 
And  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy 
Expect  our  risen  Lord. 

HYMN  120.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Antigua.       Portugal. 
Phil,  u  8,  9.      Col.  ii.  15. 

1  r  1 1HE  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 

1      That  brightest  monument  of  praise, 
That  e'er  the   God  of  love  design'd, 
Employs  and  fills  my  lab'ring  mind. 

2  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heav'nly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue  : 

When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 
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CHRIST.  121- 

3  Proclaim  inimitable  love  ; 
Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds  and  groans  ; 
The  prince  of  life  resigns  his  breath, 
The  King  of  glory  bows  to  death ! 

5  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power, 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour ; 
And,  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

6  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdu'd ; 
And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Then  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

HYMN  121.     H.  M.     Stennett. 

Jubilee.     Eagle-Street. 

1  ^"^lOME,  every  pious  heait 

V_y  That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 

Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 
And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 

On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died : 

What  he  endur'd,  oh,  who  can  tell ! 

To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  helL 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
The  mansion  of  the  dead ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led : 

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122.  CHRIST. 

Up  thro'  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God, 

4       Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love  ; 

Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve  : 
Our  hearts — our  all  to  thee  we  give  : 
The  gift,  tho'  small,  do  thou  receive. 

HYMN  122.    L.  M.     Steele. 

Kent.      Bath. 
Intercession.     Heb.  vii.  25. 

1  Tji  E  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 

1    I    (What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  f) 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  arm'd  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts  ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  JESUS  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend — 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  JESUS  pleads  and  must  prevail. 

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christ.  123,  124. 

HYMN  123.  C.  M.     Duncan. 

Harborough.     Exeter. 
Coronation.     Cant.  iii.  11. 

1  A   LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
/%    Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call : 

The  God  incarnate  !    Man  divine ! 

And  crown  him— Lord  of  all 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  124.  H.  ML     Rippon. 

Triumph.     Portsmouth.     Providence. 
His  Kingdom.     PhiL  iv.  4. 

EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  king, 
Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks,  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore  : 

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125.  CHARACTERS 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above  : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rojoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

4  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 
And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 

We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

CHARACTERS  OF  CHRIST. 

IN    ALPHABETICAL    ORDER. 

HYMN  125.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Surry.     Armley.     Warwick. 
Advocate.      I   John  ii.  1. 

HERE  is  my  God  ? — does  he  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
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■w 


OF    CHRIST.  126. 

Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 
See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 

The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands  ! 

He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer  ; 
The  softest  call  before  his  throne, 

May  rise,  and  find  acceptance  there. 
Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 

With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 

My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 

HYMN  126.     8,  7.     Newton. 

Northampton  Chapel.     Sicilian  H. 
Friend.     Prov.  xviii.  24. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love,  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  dy'd  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 
When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  rais'd, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

91 


127,    128.  CHARACTERS 


HYMN  127.  C.  M.     S. 

Clifford.     Springfield. 
Cant.  v.  10. 

1  1%/TAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 
ITI    Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 

His  head  with  radient  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

HYMN  128.  C.  M.     Cowper. 

Tunbridge.     St.  Asaph's. 
Fountain.     Zech.  xiii.  1. 

1  fTTIHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

1      Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  alJ  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 
92 


OF  CHRIST.  129. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be— till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

.HYMN  129.     L.  M.     Brewer. 

Carthage.     Armley. 
Hiding  place.     Isa.   xxxii.  2. 

1  TTAIL,  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began 

I    1    The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Despised  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwrap'd  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  thus  the  eternal  counsel  ran  : 

"  Almighty  love  !  arrest  the  man  ;" — ■ 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew ; 

But  justice  cry'd  with  frowning  face  : 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place." 

6  But  lo !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard — 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appear'd  ; 

93 


130,  131.        CHARACTERS 

Who  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding  place. 
7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 

Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race, 
And  now  he  is  my  hiding  place. 

HYMN   130.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Clerendon.     Wareham. 

1  T  TTE  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

1    1,   And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne — 
The  God  of  glory  reigns ! 

2  His  righteousness  to  faith  reveal'd, 

Wrought  out  for  guilty  worms, 
Affords  a  hiding  place,  and  shield, 
From  enemies  and  storms. 

3  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
To  this  high  rock  his  people  run, 
And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

4  How  glorious  He  ! — how  happy  they  ! 

In  such  a  glorious  Friend  ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

HYMN  131.     S.  M.     Watts. 

St.  Thomas.      Shirland, 
Lamb  of  God.     John  i.  29, 

1  "T^TOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
J^    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
94 


OF   CHRIST.  132. 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine — 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 

"When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  132.      8,  7.      Utica  Col. 

Carlisle.     Love  Divine. 
Light.     Isa.  ix.  2. 

1  "T"   IGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

1  J  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath : 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor,  benighted  heart : 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

Thou  hast  for  the  ransom'd  race ; 
Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour ! 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 

95 


133.  CHARACTERS 

3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins ; 
By  thine  all  sufficient  merit, 

Every  burden'd  soul  release  ; 
Every  weary,  wand'ring  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

HYMN  133.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Parma.     Springfield.     Rochester. 
Pearl  of  great  price.     Matthew  xiii.  46. 

1  "^/^  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ; 

■      A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign  : 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  think  myself  most  bless'd. 

6  Dear  sov'reign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
96 


OF  CHRIST.  134,  135. 

Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 

HYMN  134.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Portugal.     German. 
Physician  of  souls.     Jer.  viii.  22. 

T^EEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made ; 
*-"  Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid — 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  pow'r. 
And  can  no  sov'reign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound, 

Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 
There  is  a  great  physician  near, 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live ; 
See,  in  his  heav'nly  smiles  appear 

Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give  ! 
See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow ! 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 

HYMN  135.     7,  6.     Newton. 

Brighthelmstone.      Margate. 

1  TJTOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Jot  Till  JESUS  made  me  whole ! 
There  is  but  one  physician, 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ! — 
The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compar'd  with  sin  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages. most  within. 

2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 

9  97 


136.  CHARACTERS 

But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain — 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  mef 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, 
Thus  every  refuge  f ail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'cL 

3  At  length  this  great  Physician — 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case — 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave ; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

4  A  dying,  risen  JESUS, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death — 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
His  help  hell  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only — look — and  live. 
HYMN   136.     8,    7. 
Gethsemane.    Northampton  Chapel.    Love  Divine. 
Priest. 

1  /^i  RE  AT  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping,, 
v^*  With  our  names  upon  thy  breast ; 

In  the  garden,  groaning,  drooping, 
To  the  ground  with  sorrow  prest. 

2  Weeping  angels  stood  confounded 

To  behold  their  Maker  thus  ! 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded, 
When  we  know  'twas  all  for  us  % 

3  On  the  cross  thy  body  broken, 

Cancels  ev'ry  penal  tie — 


OF   CHRIST.  137,    138. 

Tempted  souls,  produce  this  token, 

All  demands  to  satisfy. 
4  All  is  finish'd,  do  not  doubt  it, 

But  believe  your  dying  Lord ; 
Never  reason  more  about  it, 

Only  take  him  at  his  word. 
6  Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  thee  solely, 

Since  for  us  thy  blood  was  spilt : 
Gracious  Saviour,  take  us  wholly — ■ 

Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt. 

HYMN  137.     C.  M.     Steele. 

St.  Ann's.     Barby. 
Saviour.     John  iv.  42. 

I  rilHE  Saviour !  Oh,  what  endless  charms 
1      Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 
H  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  138.     L.  M.     H.  K.    White. 

Kent.      Blendon; 
Star  of  Bethlehem.     Matt.  ii.  1,  2. 

1  X^kNCE  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

\J  The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 

99 


139.  CHARACTERS 

The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

2  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem : 
When  suddenly  a  Star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease  ; 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

4  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem  ; 
For  ever  and  for  ever  more, 
The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

HYMN  139.     L.  M.     Cennick. 

Portugal.     Blendon. 
Way  to  Canaan.     John  xiv.  6. 

1  TESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
^3  He  whom  I  fix'd  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 

The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled,  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
Come  hither,  soul,  "  I  am  the  way." 

100 


OF   CHRIST.  140 

•5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 

Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 

Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 

Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive, 
6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 

What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found:; 

I'll  point  to  th  j  redeeming  blood, 

And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMN  140.     8s.     Newton. 

Uxbridge.      New  Jerusalem. 
Matt.  xxii.  42.      John  xx.  28. 

1""IX^HAT  think  ye  of  Christ  V  is  the  test, 
*  *    To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him ;; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view^ 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot 

2  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan ; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can .: 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light — 

A  little  they  own  they  may  fail — 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

3  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be — 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  no  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost ; 
So  guilty — so  helpless  am  I, 

I  could  not  confide  in  his  word, 
Unless  I  could  make  the  reply, 

That  Christ  is  "  My  Lord  and  my  God." 
9*  101 


141,    142.  DOCTRINES. 

DOCTRINES   OF   THE   GOSPEL 


IN    ALPHABETICAL    ORDER. 


HYMN  141.     L.  M.     Stennett. 

Portugal.     Shoel. 
Adoption.     John  i.  12.     1   John  iii.  1. 

1  "TVTOT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 

J^    Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 

Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 

As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heav'n ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joys  beyond  the  sky. 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  ; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  When,  through  temptation,  they  rebel, 
His  chast'ning  rod  he  makes  them  feel ; 
Then,  with  a  Father's  tender  heart, 

He  sooths  the  pain,  and  heals  the  smart. 

5  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye, 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heav'n  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

HYMN   142.  L.  M.     Stenxett. 

Surry.     Arrnley. 
Atonement.     John  xiv.   6. 

1  |  OW  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 

I    I    Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar  ? 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  mind  ? 
102 


DOCTRINES.  143. 

Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 
Nor  infant  blood,  profusely  spilt, 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  alone, 
Hath  sov'reign  virtue  to  atone  ; 
Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea, 
When  we  approach,  great  God,  to  thee. 
HYMN   143.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Elgin.     Martyrs. 
Communion  with  God.    Gen.  v.  24. 

OH !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 

Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd  ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 

The  world  can  never  fill. 
Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 
So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  : 
So  pure  a  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb.  103 


144,  145.  DOCTRINES. 

HYMN  144.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Bedford.     Abridge. 
Job  xxiii.  3. 

1  ^~\H,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
\J  Where  I  might  find  my  God  T 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 

And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones  ; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

HYMN  145.     C.  M. 

Walsal.     Chapel. 

1  ^^H,  could  I  find  from  day  to  day, 
\J  A  nearness  to  my  God  : 

Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

104 


DOCTRINES.  146. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

HYMN  146.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Canterbury.     St.  Ann's     Bedford. 
Decrees  of  God. 

1  '  WZ~  EEP  silence — all  created  things, 

m%L    And  wait  your  Maker's  nod : 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave — to  he. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men  : 
With  ev'ry  angels  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'rj^  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown ; 
And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives  ; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

105 


147,    148.  DOCTRINES. 


7  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 
Oh,  may  I  find  my  nnme, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 

HYMN  147.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

Warwick.     Armley. 

1  TTTAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will; 

V  j      Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise, 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals  ; 
But  tho'  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

HYMN  148.     L.  M.     J.  Steward. 

Bath.     Ley  den.     Truro. 
Depravity. 

1  ^^1  OD,  from  his  throne,  with  piercing  eye, 
xJT  Naked  does  every  heart  behold  ; 

But  never,  til]  we  come  to  die, 
Will  he  to  us  the  view  unfold. 

2  Should  sin,  in  naked  form  appear, 

Just  as  it  rises  in  the  heart, 
And  others  know  and  see  it  there 

In  ev'ry  feeling,  ev'ry  thought  ; 
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DOCTRINES.  149 

3  The  fire  of  hell  must  kindle  soon, 

How  envy  and  revenge  would  flame  ! 
One  heart  would  urge  another  on, 
Till  rage  and  vengeance  want  a  name  ! 

4  Sin  in  its  nature  would  appear 

A  living  death,  to  form  a  hell ; 
The  worst  of  mis'ries  creatures  fear, 

The  worst  of  plagues  the  tongue  can  tell. 

5  Unveil'd  and  naked  ev'ry  heart 

Before  the  judgment-seat  must  stand, 
Sin  act  no  more  a  double  part, 
But  meet  a  death  from  its  own  hand. 

6  The  fiery  lake  will  hotter  grow 

From  the  fierce  clash  of  sinful  souls  ; 
Each  bosom  like  a  furnace  glow, 
Nor  god  the  rage,  or  fire  control. 

HYMN  149.     L.  M.     J.  Steward. 

-  Armley.     Sheerness. 
Sin  and  misery  connected. 

1  A   H,  wretched  souls  are  they,  who  hear 
/\    With  scorn,  the  sound  of  gospel  grace  ; 

For  sorrow  walks  along  with  sin, 
Although  they  keep  not  equal  pace. 

2  How  blindly  sinners  grasp  their  chains, 

And  yet  of  freedom  vainly  boast ; 
They  look  for  happiness  and  peace, 
Nor  think  by  sin  their  peace  is  lost. 

3  xApproaching  vice  is  deck'd  in  charms, 

And  smiles  with  promises  of  gain ; 
No  sooner  past — its  joys  are  fled, 
And  all  its  pleasures  chang'd  to  pain. 

4  Sinners  may  for  a  time  rejoice — 

Till  storms  of  threaten'd  wrath  arise — 

107 


150,  151.  DOCTRINES. 

Till  justice  grasp'd  th'  avenging  sword  ; 
And  then  the  wretch,  the  sinner  dies. 

HYMN  150.     7s. 

Mount  Calvary.     Montpelier. 

1  TTEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 

B    I    Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ; 
See  his  body,  mangled — rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sius  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there  ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 

Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord  ; 
Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 
No !  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 

HYMN  151.     11,  8.      K. 

Zion's  Pilgrim.     Solicitude. 
Election.  Jer.  xxxi.  3.      1   Cor.  iv.  7. 

1  FN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise ; 
1    Ye  pilgrims,  for  Zion  who  press, 

Break  forth  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of  days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 

2  His  love  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, — 
Broke  forth  and  discover'd  its  flame,    [drew, 

When  each  with  the  cords  of  his  kindness  he 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 

108 


DOCTRINES.  152. 

3  O,  had  not  lie  pity'd  the  state  you  were  in, 
Your  bosoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt :         [sin, 

You  all  would  have  liv'd,  would  have  dy'd  too  in 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit  esteem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight? 

'Twas  "Even,  so,  Father/'  you  ever  must  sing, 
"  Because  it  seem'd  good  in  thy  sight." 

5  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy  name, 
To  him  all  the  glory  belongs  ; 

Be  yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound  forth  his  fame, 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  your  songs. 

HYMN  152.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Mear.     St.  Martin's. 
The  Lord's  call     2  Cor.  vi.  17,  18. 

1  ~W   ET  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 
JL^I  To  draw  our  hearts  above  ! 
Attend,  'tis  God,  the  Saviour,  speaks, 

And  every  word  is  love. 

2  "  Come  forth,"  he  says,  "  no  more  pursue 

The  path  that  leads  to  death ; 
Look  up,  a  bleeding  Saviour  view, 
Look,  and  be  sav'd  by  faith. 

3  "  My  sons  and  daughters  you  shall  be, 

Thro'  my  atoning  blood ; 
And  you  shall  claim  and  find  in  me, 
A  Father,  and  a  God." 

4  Lord,  speak  these  words  to  ev'ry  heart, 

By  thine  Almighty  voice  ; 
That  we  may  now  from  sin  depart 
And  make  thy  love  our  choice. 

10  109 


153,    154,  DOCTRINES'. 

HYMN  153.     C.  M.   Newton; 

Barby.     Abridge. 
Grace  reigning.     Rom.  v.  21. 

1  "T^TOW  may  the  Lord  reveal  his  face, 
JL^I     And  teach  our  stamm'ring  tongues 
To  make  his  sov'reign,  reigning  grace, 

The  subject  of  our  songs ! 

2  Grace  reigns  to  pardon  crimson  sins, 

To  melt  the  hardest  hearts ; 
And,  from  the  work  it  once  begins, 
It  never  more  departs. 

3  rTwas  grace  that  call'd  our  souls  at  firstr 

By  grace  thus  far  we're  come, 
And  grace  will  help  us  thro'  the  worst, 
And  lead  us  safely  home. 
HYMN  154.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 

Northampton.     Shirland.     Pelham. 
Salvation  by  grace,    Eph.  ii.  5. 

1  d^i  RACE  I  'tis  a  charming  sound  ; 
\Jf  Harmonious  to  the  ear  I 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 
HO 


DOCTRINES.  155,    156. 

HYMN  155,     C.  M.      Newton, 

Arlington.     Springfield.      Keene, 

1      A   MAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  .sound, 
r\    That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — ■ 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
"2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  belie v'cL 

"45  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease  ; 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

HYMN  156.    7s.     Newton. 

Pleyel's.     Somerset. 

I  O  OV'REIGN  grace  hath  power  alone 

j^  To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone ; 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 

Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt 
:2  When  the  Lord  was  crucifi'd, 

Two  transgressors  with  him  dy'd ; 

One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 

Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perish'd,  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

Ill 


157.  DOCTRINES. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 

Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 

Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr& 

5  "  Lord,"  he  pray'd,  "  remember  me, 

When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be  :" 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 

"  Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 

Grace  bestow'd  in  time  of  need ! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 

You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

HYMN  157.      C.  M.     Steele 

Plymouth.     Chapel.    Windsor. 
Pardon.     Jer.  iii.  22.     IIos.  xiv.  4. 

1  TTOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

m    1    Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sov'reign  mercy  calls,  u  Return :" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
Oh,  take  the  wand'rer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  bliss  and  life  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour^  I  adore  ; 
112 


DOCTRINES.  158,  159> 

Oh,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  on  more. 

HYMN  158.     C.  M.     Stennett. 

Springfield.     Windsor. 
The  converted  thief.     Luke  xxiii.  39 — 43. 

1  A    S  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
/%,  And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 

He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confess'd ; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  address'd : 

3  "  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 
I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood, 

4  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

In  triumph  shalt  thou  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world. 

Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies : 
u  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise." 

HYMN  159.     L.  M.     Gibbons. 

Cumberland     Stirling.     Moreton. 
Luke  vii.  47. 

1  TjlORGIVENESS  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
JO     To  anxious  souls,  condemned  to  die ; 
10*  "113 


160,    161.  DOCTRINES. 

Publish  the  bliss,  the  world  around  ; 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky. 

2  O'er  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 

And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sov'reign  grace  expand, 
The  seas  of  sov'reign  grace  arise. 

3  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heav'n, 

What  grateful  honors  shall  we  show  ? 
"Where  much  transgression  is  forgiv'n, 
Let  love  in  equal  ardor  glow. 

HYMN  160.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Armley.     Kin  gsb  ridge. 
Perseverance.     Phil.  i.  6. 

1  ri  10  God  I  cry'd,  when  troubles  rose  ; 

■      He  heard  me  and  subdu'd  my  foes  ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
And  strength  diffus'd  thro'  all  my  soul. 

2  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

3  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins  ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

HYMN  161.     lis.     Kennady. 

Walsa.l.     Idumea. 
Precious  Promises.     2  Pet.  i.  4. 

1  TTOWfirm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
-"-  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 

What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled : 

2  'Tear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

114 


DOCTRINES.  162. 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand,  [stand, 

3  "  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  E'ndown  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ;  [adorn, 
And  then,  when  grey  hairs  shall  their  temples 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake." 

HYMN  162.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Angel's  Hymn.     Blendon. 
Christ  the  believer's  Arh.     1  Pet.  iii.  20. 

1  rilHE  deluge,  at  th'  Almighty's  call, 

J      In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell ! 
Swallow'd  the  mountains  in  its  rage, 
And  swept  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

2  How  dire  the  wreck !    how  loud  the  roar ! 
How  shrill  the  universal  cry — 

Of  millions  in  the  last  despair — 
Re-echo'd  from  the  low'ring  sky  ! — 

3  Yet  Noah,  humble,  happy  saint, 
Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 
Sat  in  his  ark,  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steer'd  him  thro'. 

115 


163.  DOCTRINES. 

4  So  may  I  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall ; 
Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fix'd, 
Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 

5  Enter  thine  ark,  while  patience  waits, 
Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat ; 
Then  the  wide  flood,  that  buries  earth, 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 

HYMN  163.     7s.    Madan's  Col. 

Redeeming  Love.     Bath  Abbey. 
Redemption. 

1  n^TOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
J_^|    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 
Ye,  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove  ; 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears, 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye.  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin  ! 
Now,  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppress'd — 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing — but  redeeming  love. 

6  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string ; 
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DOCTRINES.  164,  165- 

Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  164.    C.  M.     Watts. 

Stade.     Braintree. 

PLTJNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair, 
"We  wretched  sinners  lay — 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day ! 

With  pitying  eyes  the  prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw — and  (Oh  amazing  love  !) 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 
Enter 'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains ; 
Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 

From  everlasting  pains. 
Oh,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ; 
And  all  harmonious,  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

HYMN    165.     S.  M.     Newton. 

Cambridge.     St.  Thomas. 

1  "OREPARE  a  thankful  song 
JL     To  the  Redeemer's  name ; 

Let  his  high  praise  employ  our  tongue, 
And  every  heart  inflame. 

2  He  laid  his  glory  by, 

And  bitter  pains  endur'd ; 
That  rebels  such  as  you  and  I, 
From  wrath  might  be  secur'd. 

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166,  167.  DOCTRINES. 

3  The  Holy  Ghost  he  sends, 

Our  stubborn  souls  to  move  : 
To  make  his  enemies  his  friends, 
And  conquer  them  by  love. 

4  Assur'd  that  Christ  our  King, 

Will  put  our  foes  to  flight ; 
We  on  the  field  of  battle  sing, 
And  triumph  while  we  fight. 

HYMN  166.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

Bra  j,     Dundee. 
Regeneration.     John  iii.  5,  7. 

1  O INNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
►^5   Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 

For  Christ  the  Saviour  hath  declar'd, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain  ; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd — 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin  ; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd ; 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 
Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

HYMN  167.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Braintree.      Irish. 

1     \  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
-^-  Doth  his  own  glories  shew  ; 
Behold  him  seated  on  his  throne, 

Creating  all  things  new. 

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DOCTRINES.  168,  169. 

2  Mighty  Redeemer  !  set  me  free 

From  my  old  state  of  sin  ; 

Oh,  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  powers  within. 

3  Open  mine  eyes,  unstop  mine  ears, 

And  form  my  heart  afresh ; 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

4  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN  168.     C.  M. 

Windsor.     Bangor. 

1  d^iAN  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 
V^/  The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 

To  form  the  heart  anew. 

2  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recal, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

3  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray — 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

4  Oh,  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours 

And  give  them  life  divine  ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  pow'rs, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  169.     C.  M.     Wallin. 

Mear.     Colchester. 
Efficacious  grace.     Ps.  xlv.  3,  5, 

1   T  I  AIL  !  mighty  Jesus  ;  how  divine 
I   I    Is  thy  victorious  sword !  1 ,  q 


170.  DOCTRINES. 

The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give ; 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart : 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Come  with  majestic  sway, 
Down  from  thy  glorious  throne  on  high,  „ 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  vict'ries  are  complete  ; 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace  ; 

5  Oh,  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favor'd  band ! 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound 
As  round  the  throne  we  stand. 
'    HYMN  170.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Buckingham.     Windsor. 
Sanctificatiun  and  pardon. 

1  W~MT7"HERE  shall  we  sinners  hide  our  heads? 

j\     Can  rocks  or  mountains  save  ? 
Or  shall  we  wrap  us  in  the  shades 
Of  midnight  and  the  grave  1 

2  Is  there  no  shelter  from  the  eye 

Of  an  avenging  God  ? 
Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  fly, 
Bedew  us  with  thy  blood. 

3  Those  guardian  drops  our  souls  secure, 

And  wash  away  our  sins ; 
Eternal  justice  frowns  no  more, 
And  conscience  smiles  within. 

4  We  bless  that  wond'rous  purple  stream, 

That  cleanses  every  stain ; 
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LAW  AND  GOSPEL.  171. 

Our  souls  are  yet  but  half  redeem'd, 
If  sin,  the  tyrant,  reign. 

5  Lord,  blast  his  empire  with  thy  breath, 
That  cursed  throne  must  fall ; 
Ye  flatt'ring  plagues,  that  work  our  death, 
Fly,  for  we  hate  you  all. 

LAW   AND   GOSPEL. 
HYMN  171.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Carthage.     Green's  Hundredth. 
The  law  and  Gospel, 

1  T7TTHILE  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth, 

*  *     Thunder,  and  fire,  and  vengeance  flings; 
Jesus,  thy  dear  expiring  breath, 
And  Calvary,  speak  gentler  things. 

2  Pardon,  and  grace,  and  boundless  love, 
Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood ; 
And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
Purchas'd  by  our  redeeming  God. 

3  Hark  !  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  sound 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips) — Forgive ! 

And  every  groan,  and  gaping  wound, 
Cries,  "  Father  let  the  rebels  live  !" 

4  Go,  ye  that  rest  upon  the  law, 
And  toil  and  seek  salvation  there ; 
Look  to  the  flames  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair. 

5  But  111  retire  beneath  the  cross  ; 
Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I'll  lie  : 

And  the  keen  sword  that  justice  draws, 
Flaming,  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by. 

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172,  173.  LAW  AND   GOSPEL 

HYMN  172.     C.  M.     CowPEBt. 

St.  Ann's.     York. 

1  "J  TOW  long  beneath  the  law  I  lay 

1    m..  In  bondage  and  distress ! 
I  toil'd  the  precept  to  obey, 
But  toil'd,  without  success. 

2  Then  all  my  servile  works  were  done? 

A  righteousness  to  raise  ; 

Now,  freely  chosen  in  the  Son, 

I  freely  choose  his  ways. 

3  To  see  the  law  by  Christ  fulfill'd, 

And  hear  his  pard'ning  voice, 
Will  change  a  slave  into  a  child, 
And  duty,  into  choice. 

HYMN  173.     L.  M.     Watts, 

Carthage,    Blendon, 
Power  of  the  Gospel.     Rom.  i.  16. 

1  ^tt^/^HAT  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 

y  j      That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  wo  T 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ! 

2  How  shall  we  get  our  crimes  forgivrn, 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heav'n  1 
Can  souls,  all  o'er   defiTd  with  sin, 

Make  their  own  powers  and  passions  clean ; 

3  In  vain  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh  ; 
Tis  there  that  power  and  glory  dwell, 
Which  save  rebellious  souls  from  hell, 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up, 

We  read  the  grace,  and  trust  the  word, 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord. 
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HOLY  SPIRIT.  174. 

HOLY   SPIRIT. 
HYMN  174     C.  M.      Doddridge. 

Bedford,     Dundee. 
Insensibly  withdrawn.     Judg.  xvi.  20. 

PRESENT  God  is  all  our  strength, 


And  all  our  joy  and  hope  ; 
When  he  withdraws,  our  comforts  die, 
And  every  grace  must  droop. 

'2  But  flatt'ring  trifles  charm  our  hearts, 
To  court  their  false  embrace, 
Till  justly  this  neglected  friend 
Averts  his  angry  face. 

3  He  leaves  us,  and  we  miss  him  not ; 

But  go  presumptuous  on, 
Till  baffled,  wounded,  and  enslav'd, 
We  learn,  that  God  is  gone. 

4  And  what,  my  soul,  can  then  remain 

One  ray  of  light  to  give  1 
Sever'd  from  him,  their  better  life, 
How  can  his  children  live  ? 

I>  Hence,  all  ye  painted  forms  of  joy, 
And  leave  my  heart  to  mourn : 
I  would  devote  these  eyes  to  tears, 
Till  cheer'dby  his  return. 

6  Look  back,  my  Lord,  and  own  the  place. 
Where  once  thy  temple  stood ; 
Forlo,  its  ruins  bear  the  mark 
Of  rich  atoning  blood. 

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175,    176.  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

HYMN  175.    L.  M.     Steele, 

Hinton.      Moreton. 
His  influences.     John  xiv.  16,  17. 

1  ^*  URE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
►^  Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 

And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul? 
Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice  1 

3  When'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires  ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  pow'r  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires. 

4  What  less  than  thine  Almighty  word 
Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

5  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace? 

6  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

HYMN  176.     S.  M.     H. 

St.  Thomas.     Shirland. 
Invocation  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  "13 LEST  Comforter  Divine  ! 
-D  Whose  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  point  our  souls  above  ; 

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HOLY    SPIRIT,  177, 

2  Thou — who  with  "  still  small  voice" 
Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay: — 

S  Thou — whose  inspiring  breath 
Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear ; — 

4  Thou — who  dost  fill  the  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race, 
Blest  Comforter ! — to  us  impart 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  177.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Barby.     Zion.     Turner. 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  g^iOME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\^/  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, — 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

2  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, — 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

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178,  179.  HOLY    SPIRIT, 

HYMN  178.     8,  7. 

Ingatestone.      Tabernacle. 
To  the  blessed  Spirit. 

1  TXOLY  GHOST,  dispel  our  sadness, 

I    1    Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 

Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light ; 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  distributer  of  grace, 

Rest  upon  this  congregation  ! 

Hear,  Oh,  hear  our  supplication. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure.. 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend ; 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
O  thou  Glory  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  us  thy  illumination  ! 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation. 

3  Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  ; 
Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more  ; 
Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Now  descending  from  above, 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation  I 

Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation. 

HYMN  179.     S.  M.     Hart. 

Shirland.     Watchman. 
John  xiv.  26. 

1  g^iOME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
\^/  Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, — 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 
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HOLY    SPIRIT.  180. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart — 

To  sanctify  the  soul — 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

HYMN  180.     8s.     Rippon. 

Consolation.     Dismission. 

1  ~T|ESCEND,.Holy  Spirit,  the  Dove, 

1  W  And  visit  a  sorrowful  breast ; 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest ; 
Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 

A  sinner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load  ; 
The  sense  of  redemption  to  give, 

And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood. 

2  With  me,  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove, 

And  kindly  withheld  me  from  sin  ; 
Resolv'd  by  the  strength  of  thy  love, 

My  worthless  affections  to  win ; 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 

Invincible  mercy  exert, 
And  keep  my  weak  graces  alive, 

And  set  up  thy  rest  in  my  heart. 

3  If  when  I  have  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madJy  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  goodness  has  been  my  relief, 
And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd ; 

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181.  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

O  spirit  of  pity  and  grace, 

Relieve  me  again  and  restore  ; 

My  spirit  in  holiness  raise, 

To  fall,  and  to  grieve  thee,  no  more. 

4  If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  pant  for  a  taste  of  his  love, — 
If  Jesus,  who  pour'd  out  his  blood, 

Obtain'd  me  a  mansion  above  , — 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 

Sweet  witness  of  mercy  divine  ! 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 

And  seal  me  eternally  thine. 

HYMN  181.     L.  P.  M.     Pres.  Davies. 

Eaton.     Claybury.     Harlington. 

1  T?TERNAL  SPirit>  so^ce  of  light, 
JQj  Enliv'ning,  consecrating  fire, 
Descend,  and  with  celestial  heat, 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire ; 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume  ! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  In  our  cold  breasts,  O  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame  which  seraphs  feel, 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumb'd  and  stupid  still : 
Come,  vivifying  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home  ! 

3  Let  pure  devotion's  fervor  rise  ; 

Let  every  pious  passion  glow  : 
O  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below ! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home ! 

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GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.         182,  183. 

HYMN  182.     L.  M.     C.  Wesley. 

Surry.     Armley.     Warwick. 
Take  not  thy  Holy  Spirit,  <£c.     Ps.  li.  11. 

1  ^JTAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

)^  Tho'  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight : 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all,  whoe'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd  : 

3  Yet  Oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swrear, 

I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes  ; 
Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 

And  bless  me  with  the  calm  repose. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  ! 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 


GRACES     OF    THE     SPIRIT. 

IN    ALPHABETICAL    ORDER. 

HYMN  183.     C.  M.     Kirkham. 

Clarendon.      Bray. 
Bearing  the  Cross.     Mark  viii.  38. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

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184.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 

To  suffer  shame  or  loss  ; 
Oh,  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  holy  courage  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

4  Say  to  my  soul,  "  Why  dost  thou  fear 

The  face  of  feeble  clay  1 
Behold  thy  Saviour  ever  near, 
Will  guard  thee  in  the  way." 

5  Oh  how  my  soul  would  rise  and  run, 

At  this  reviving  word  : 
Nor  any  painful  sufT  'rings  shun, 
To  follow  thee,  my  Lord. 

6  Let  sinful  men,  reproach,  defame, 

And  call  me  what  they  will, 
If  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 
And  be  thy  servant  still. 

HYMN  184.     C.  M.     Barbauld. 

Buckingham.     Plymouth. 
Charity. 

1  "IDLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 
J-*  Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  rais'd  in  vain  : 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 
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GRACES    OF   THE    SPIRIT.  185- 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief : 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

4  To  gentle  ofhces  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow : 
He  views,  thro'  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive — 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

HYMN  185.  C.  M.     Cowper, 

Canterbury.     Colchester. 
Comforts — true  and  false. 

1  d^\  GOD,  whose  favorable  eye 

\J  The  sin-sick  soul  revives ; 
Holy  and  heav'nly  is  the  joy, 
Thy  shining  presence  gives. 

2  This  hypocrites  have  ne'er  believed, 

They  judge  with  graceless  hearts ; 
Swell'd  with  their  pride,  they  are  deceived 
By  Satan's  wily  arts. 

3  Unholy,  selfish  joys  are  theirs  ; 

And  while  they  boast  their  light, 
And  seem  to  soar  above  the  stars, 
They're  plunging  into  night. 

4  Lull'd  in  a  soft  and  formal  sleep, 

They  sin,  and  yet  rejoice ; 
Were  they  indeed  the  Saviour's  sheep, 
They  sure  would  hear  his  voice. 

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186.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

5  Be  mine  the  comforts  that  reclaim 

The  soul  from  Satan's  pow'r ; 
That  make  me  blush  for  what  I  am, 
And  hate  my  sin  the  more. 

6  'Tis  joy  enough,  my  All  in  All, 

At  thy  dear  feet  to  lie  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  let  me  lower  fall, 
And  none  can  higher  fly. 

HYMN  186.  L.  P.  M.     D.  R. 

Carolan's.      Cumberland. 
Confidence  in  the  Mediator.     Heb.  iv.   15. 

1  W^T7"HEX  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 

j  j    And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain, 
Experienc'd  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heav'nly  virtue's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend; 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me — for  a  little  while, — 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

4  And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Thro'  every  conflict — but  the  last 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed, — for  thou  hast  died ; 

132 


GRACES    OP    THE    SPIRIT.       187,    188. 

Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

HYMN  187.     C.  M.     Ryland. 

Barby.     Bray. 
Delight  in  God.     Ps.  xxxvii.  4. 

1  ^1  RANT,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee, 
xJT  And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  all  is  found  in  thee  ; 
I  must  be  blessed  and  abound, 
While  thou  art  God  to  me. 

3  Oh,  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail. 

4  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be, 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

HYMN  188.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Plymouth.      Walsal. 
Contrite  heart.     Isa.  lvii.  15. 

1  r  i  1HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

1      On  contrite  hearts  bestow ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain, 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 

12  133 


189.  GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But,  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew/* 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache — 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

HYMN  189.     8s.     Hart, 

Lambeth.     Uxbridge.     Bethany, 
Faith  conquering.     Romans  i.   17. 

1  fTP(HE  moment  a  sinner  believes 

1      And  trusts  in  his  crucify'd  God, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives — 

Redemption  in  full  thro'  his  blood, 
Tis  faith  that  still  leads  us  along, 

And  lives  under  pressure  and  load, 
That  makes  us  in  weakness  more  strong^ 

And  leads  the  soul  upward  to  God. 

2  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell, 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair  ; 
And  Oh!  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 

It  wrestles  and  conquers  by  pray'r  : 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 

With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend  ; 
To  hope  his  forgiveness  as  just, 

And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 

3  It  says  to  the  mountains,  "  Depart," 

That  stand  between  God  and  the  soul  ;- 
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GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT.         190,    191 

It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole ; 
Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  die 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white  ; 
And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 
-  To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 
HYMN  190.     L.  M.     Watts. 

^ 

Portugal.     Kent. 
Faith  connected  with  salvation. 

1  T^TOT  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done, 
JLi    Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole; 
Faith  is  the  grace, —  and  faith  alone, 

That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  souL 

2  Lord,  I  believe  thy  heav'nly  word, 
Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renew'd; 
I  mourn  for  sin  and  trust  the  Lord, 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  subdu'd. 

3  Oh  may  thy  grace  its  power  display, 
Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign, 
Save  me  in  thine  appointed  way, 
Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain. 

HYMN  191.     L.  M.     Cowper, 

Bath.     Kent. 
Jl  living  and  a  dead  Faith. 

1  rjlHE  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise,, 

JL    From  humble  minds  and  hearts  sincere; 
While  all  the  loud  professor  says, 
Offends  the  righteous  Judge's  ear. 

2  To  walk  as  children  of  the  day, 

To  mark  his  precepts'  holy  light, 
To  wage  the  warfare,  watch  and  pray, 
Show  who  are  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

3  Not  words  alone  it  cost  the  Lord, 

To  purchase  pardon  for  his  own ; 

135 


192,    193.        GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

Nor  will  a  soul  by  grace  restor'd, 

Rest  in  mere  forms  and  words  alone. 

4  Easy  indeed  it  were  to  reach 

A  mansion  in  the  courts  above, 
If  wat'ry  floods  and  fluent  speech 

Might  serve  instead  of  faith  and  love, 

5  But  none  shall  gain  that  blissful  place, 

Or  God's  unclouded  glory  see  ; 
Who  talk  of  rich  and  sov'reign  grace, 
Unless  from  sin  they  are  made  free. 

HYMN  192.      C.  M.      Turner. 

Dundee.     Colchester. 
The  power  of  Faith . 

1  IjlAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
JO     And  saves  me  from  its  snares  ; 

Its  aid  in  ev'ry  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares  : 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  powrr, 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

HYMN  193.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Braintree.    Arlington. 
Holy  Fortitude. 

Mia  soldier  of  the  cross  ; 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb  ; 
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GRACES    OF   THE    SPIRIT.  194 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
Shall  I  be  carry'd  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail'd  thro'  bloody  seas  1 
Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ; 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  us  onto  God? 
Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 
To  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
The  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  tho'  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph ffrom  afar, 

With  faith's  discerning  eye. 

HYMN  194.     C.  M.     Taylor. 

Bray.     Braintree. 
Humble  gratitude. 

INCE  we,  and  all  our  treasures  too, 
Are  his  who  reigns  above  ; 
Then  is  there  nothing  we  can  do, 

To  prove  our  grateful  love  ? 
A  broken  heart  he'll  not  despise — 

It  is  his  chief  delight ; 
This  is  a  humble  sacrifice, 
Well  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

Tho'  treasures  brought  before  his  throne 

Would  no  acceptance  find, 
He  kindly  condescends  to  own 

A  meek  and  lowly  mind. 

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195,    196.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

4  This  is  an  off 'ring  we  may  bring, 
However  mean  our  store  ; 
The  poorest  child,  the  greatest  king, 
Can  give  him  nothing  more. 

HYMN  195.  L.  M.     Watts. 

Portugal.      Winchester. 
Gravity  and  Decency. 

1  T3EHOLD  the  sons  the  heirs  of  God 
-*-*  So  dearly  bought  with  Jesus'  blood; 
Are  they  not  born  to  heav'nly  joys, 

And  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys  1 

2  Doth  vain  discourse,  or  empty  mirth, 
Well  suit  the  honors  of  their  birth  ? 
Shall  they  be  fond  of  gay  attire, 
Which  children  love,  and  fools  admire  ? 

3  Lord,  with  a  heaven-directed  eye 
We'll  pass  these  glitt'ring  trifles  by ; 
Oh,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions  higher, 
Touch  our  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire. 

4  We'll  look  on  all  the  toys  below 
With  such  disdain  as  angels  do  ; 
And  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise 
To  mansions  promis'd  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  196.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Q,uercy.     Blendon. 
Happy  Poverty.     Matt.  v.  3. 

1  ~y^7  E  humble  souls,  complain  no  more  ; 

■      Let  faith  survey  your  future  store  : 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest, 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest. 

138 


GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  197,     198. 

2  When  conscious  grief  laments  sincere, 
And  pours  the  penitential  tear  : 
Hope  points  to  your  dejected  eyes, 
The  bright  reversion  in  the  skies. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despise  your  lot,  your  hopes  deride  ; 
In  vain  they  boast  their  little  stores  ; 
Trifles  are  theirs,  a  kingdom  yours : 

4  A  kingdom  of  immense  delight, 

Where  health  and  peace  and  joy  unite  ; 
Where  undeclining  pleasures  rise, 
And  every  want  hath  full  supplies. 

HYMN   197.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Bath.     Leeds.     Portugal. 
Hatred  of  Sin. 

1  TI  AD  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

1    1    Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell, 
One  sin,  unslain  within  my  breast, 
Would  make  that  heav'n  as  dark  as  hell. 

2  The  pris'ner,  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 
And  bless'd  with  liberty  again, 

Would  mourn  were  he  condemn'd  to  wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

3  But  Oh !  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 
When  glory  crowns  the  christian's  head ! 
One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 

Will  strike  all  sin  forever  dead. 

HYMN  198.     L.  M.     Harrison. 

Warwick.     Surry. 
I   4^H,  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bow'r, 
%J  Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  pow'r  : 
This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  shun, 
But  cannot  from  his  presence  run. 

139 


199,    200.  GRACES  OP  THE  SPIRIT. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
He  stands  between  my  God  and  me  ; 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 

I  feel  him  working  in  my  breast. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above, 

To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies, 
And  veils  his  glory  from  my  eyes. 

4  Lord,  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low ; 
I  long  to  dwell  in  heav'n  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 

HYMN  199.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Islington.     Truro. 
The  Christian's  Hope. 

1  \~W  7~HAT  sinners  value  I  resign ; 

7  j    Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go — 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  1 

3  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

HYMN  200.      8,  7,  4.     Fawcett. 

Jordan.     Littleton. 
Hope  Encouraged.     Ps.  xlii.  5. 

1   4""k  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  % 
\J Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
140 


GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  201. 

Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness ; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay  ; 

Thou  shalt  conquer — 
Thro'  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Tho'  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within ; 
Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin ; 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Tho'  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

5  Oh,  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 

Like  the  heav'nly  host  above, 
Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Hnppy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 
HYMN  201.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Armley.     Darwent. 
1  Sam.  xxx.  6. 

1  TT7HY  sinks  my  weak  desponding  mind  1 

*  *  Why  heaves  my  heart  the  anxious  sigh  ? 

Can  sov'reign  goodness  be  unkind  ? 

Am  I  not  safe,  if  God  is  nigh  ? 

141 


202.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

2  He  holds  all  nature  in  his  hand ; 
That  gracious  hand,  on  which  I  live, 
Does  life,  and  time,  and  death  command, 
And  has  immortal  joys  to  give. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  this  fainting  frame, 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  recline ; 
The  wond'rous  glories  of  his  name, 

How  wide  they  spread !  how  bright  they  shine! 

4  My  God,  if  thou  art  mine  indeed, 
Then  I  have  all  my  heart  can  crave  ; 
A  present  help  in  times  of  need, 
Still  kind  to  hear,  and  strong  to  save. 

HYMN  202.     C.  M.     J.  Steward. 

Standish.     Elgin. 
Hoping,  yet  trembling. 

1  T^l"^  S0U^  would  fam  indulge  a  hope 

IT  I    To  reach  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
That  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

2  I  hope  to  hear,  and  join  the  song, 

That  saints  and  angels  raise  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But  Oh — this  dreadful  heart  of  sin  ! 

It  may  deceive  me  still ; 
And  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

4  The  scene  must  then  for  ever  close, 

Probation  at  an  end ; 
No  gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
No  pardon  there  descend. 

5  Come  then,  O  blessed  Jesus,  come, 

To  me  thy  Spirit  give  ; 
Shine  thro'  a  dark  benighted  soul, 

And  bid  a  sinner  live. 
142 


GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.        203,  204- 

HYMN  203.     L.  M.     Enfield. 

Warwick.     Carthage.     Surry. 
Humility. 

WHEREFORE  should  man,  frail  child  of 
Who  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, [clay, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 

Oh,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 
His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found  ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum, 

Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span  : 
How  ill,  alas,  does  pride  become 

That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man ! 
God  of  my  life,  Father  divine  ! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind : 
In  modest  worth,  Oh,  let  me  shine, 

And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

HYMN  204.     C.  M. 

Mear.     St.  Martin's. 
Joy  in  the  Holy  Ghost.     Luke  i.  46. 

1  1%/f  Y  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
IT  1    My  spirit  doth  rejoice 

In  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  on  high,  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast ; 

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205.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

To  witness  God's  eternal  love  ; 
This  is  my  heav'nly  feast. 

4  There  is  a  stream  that  issues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream, 
Clear  as  the  crystal  stone. 

5  That  stream  doth  water  paradise  ; 

It  makes  the  angels  sing ; 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart ; 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 

HYMN  205.    S.  M.     Watts. 

Newton.     Silver  street.     St.  Thomas. 
Heavenly  joy  on  Earth. 

1  ^iOME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
Vy  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
Should  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground. 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
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GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT.         206,    207. 

HYMN  206.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Portugal.     Shoel. 
Justice  and  equity.     Matt.  vii.   12. 

1  "DLESSED  Redeemer  !  how  divine, 
-D  How  righteous  is  this  rule  of  thine, 
"  Never  to  deal  with  others  worse 
Than  we  would  have  them  deal  with  us  ! 

2  This  golden  lesson,  short  and  plain, 
Gives  not  the  mind  nor  mem'ry  pain, 
And  every  conscience  must  approve 
This  universal  law  of  love. 

3  Is  reason  ever  at  a  loss  ? — 

Call  in  self-love  to  judge  the  cause  ; 
Let  our  own  fondest  passion  show 
How  we  should  treat  our  neighbor  too. 

4  How  bless'd  would  every  nation  prove, 
Thus  rul'd  by  equity  and  love  ! 

All  would  be  friends  without  a  foe, 
And  form  a  para  dise  below. 

HYMN  207.     C.  M.     Watts. 

York.      Braintree. 
Love  to  God.    1  Cor.  xiii.  8.    Ps.  cxxxvii.  5,  6. 

1  X  W APPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

1    I    Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

3  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 

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208,    209.       GRACES    OF   THE    SPIRIT. 

HYMN  208.     C.  M. 

Dundee.     Zion. 
1  Cor.  ii.  9. 

1  '■  .1  YE  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
JjJ  From  fancy  'tis  conceal'd, 

What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  laid  in  store, 
And  hast  to  me  reveal'd. 

2  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 

And  taste  thy  sweetest  love  ; 
My  soul  doth  leap  ;  but  Oh,  for  wings, 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove ! 

3  Then  should  I  fly  far  hence  away, 

And  leave  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Then  should  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand. 
And  kindly  take  me  in. 

4  Then  should  my  soul  with  angels  feast 

On  joys  that  always  last ; 
Bless'd  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 
Who  gives  me  here  a  taste. 

HYMN  209.     L.   M.     Tappan. 

Haverhill.      Philadelphia. 

1  f  g  ^HE  ransom'd  spirit  to  her  home, 

■      The  clime  of  cloudless  beauty,  flies 
No  more  on  stormy  seas  to  roam, 

She  hails  her  haven  in  the  skies  : 
But  cheerless  are  those  heav'nly  fields, 
The  cloudless  clime  no  pleasure  yields, 
There  is  no  bliss  in  bow'rs  above, 
If  thou  art  absent,  Holy  Love ! 

2  The  cherub  near  the  viewless  throne 

Hath  smote  the  harp  with  trembling  hand 
And  one  with  incense-fire  hath  flown, 
To  touch  with  flame  the  angel-band: 
J46 


GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  210. 

But  tuneless  is  the  quiv'ring  string, 
No  melody  can  Gabriel  bring, 
Mute  are  its  arches,  when  above 
The  harps  of  heaven  wake  not  to  Love  ! 
3  Earth,  sea,  and  sky  one  language  speak, 
In  harmony  that  sooths  the  soul ; 
'Tis  heard  when  scarce  the  zephyrs  wake, 

And  when  on  thunders,  thunders  roll: 
That  voice  is  heard  and  tumults  cease, 
It  whispers  to  the  bosom  peace  ; 
O  speak,  Inspirer,  from  above, 
And  cheer  our  hearts,  Celestial  Love  J 
HYMN  210.     fs.     Francis. 

Consolation.      Dismission. 
Love  to  Christ. 

1  1%'Tr^  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 

ITI    His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim; 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name  : 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ — 
To  see  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeemed  with  his  blood, 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell ; 
To  shine  with  the  angels  in  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing  ; 
To  view  with  eternal  delight, — 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 

3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds  ; 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away  : 


211,    212.       GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows. 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ; 

My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 
My  God,  my  redeemer  is  mine. 
HYMN  211.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Bath.     Leeds. 
Love  to  Christ  present  or  absent, 

1  ^^F  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
\J  Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 
Love  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
The  highest  rapture  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thine  embrace, 
There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove  ; 
Each  smile  that's  seen  upon  thy  face, 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  When  of  thine  absence  we  complain, 
And  long,  and  weep,  and  humbly  pray  ; 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, — 
Those  tears  are  sweet  which  mourn  thy  stay. 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 
Or  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 
For  some  kind  tidings  from  above, 

Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  God,  descend  and  come  ; 
Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face  ; 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 

HYMN  212.     7s.     Newton. 

Pleyel's.      Bath  Abbey. 
Lovest  thou  me  ?      John  xxi.  15. 

1  T  I  US  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

1      Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought  : — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 

Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  t 
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GRACES    OP   THE    SPIRIT.  213. 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name, 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  1 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin — 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  thus  with  you  1 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all ! 

7  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun : 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

8  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN  213.     C.  M.     Stennett. 

Clarendon.      Springfield. 
Without  love  I  am  nothing.      1   Cor.  xiii.  1 — 3. 

1     I  "klD  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues, 
JLr   Great  God,  without  thy  grace, 
My  loudest  words,  my  loftiest  songs 
Would  be  but  sounding  brass. 

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214,    215.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

2  Tho'  thou  should'st  give  me  heav'nly  skill, 

Each  myst'ry  to  explain, 
Had  I  no  heart  to  do  thy  will, 
My  knowledge  would  be  vain. 

3  Had  I  so  strong  a  faith,  my  God, 

As  mountains  to  remove, 
No  faith  could  do  me  real  good, 
That  did  not  work  by  love. 

4  Oh,  grant  me  then  this  one  request, 

And  I'll  be  satisfied, 
That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breast, 
And  all  my  actions  guide. 

HYMN  214.     S.  M.     Toplady. 

Watchman.      Froome. 
Christian  Love.     Gal.  iii.  28. 

1  '"  S     ET  party  names  no  more 

JLj  The  Christian  world  o'erspread ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

3  Let  discord — child  of  hell ! 

Be  banish'd  far  away ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 

HYMN  215.     C.  M.     Swain. 

Springfield.     Newark.     Barby. 

1   TTOW  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
I   I.  When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
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GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  216. 

In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  : — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part : 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart : — 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 
HYMN  216.     L.  M.     Heginbothom. 

Winchester.      Portugal. 
Peace  of  Conscience.     Acts  xxiv.  16. 

1  £<  WEET  peace  of  conscience,heav'nly  guest! 
►^  Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast ; 

Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here  ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope,  and  peace  divine 
O,  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine ! 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then,  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death,  with  all  his  terrors,  near ; 

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217.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  falt'ring  voice. 

HYMN  217.     6,   8.     Raffles. 

Bethda.     Edwins. 

1  ^^lOME,  heavenly  peace  of  mind, 
^y  I  sigh  for  thy  return ; 

I  seek,  but  cannot  find 

The  joys  for  which  I  mourn  ; 

Ah  !  where 's  the  Saviour  now, 
Whose  smiles  I  once  possess'd  ? 

Till  he  return,  I  bow, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppress'd  ; 

My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 

And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  I  tried  each  earthly  charm — 

In  pleasures  haunts  I  stray'd — 
I  sought  its  soothing  balm — 

I  ask'd  the  world  its  aid  ; 
But  ah !  no  balm  it  had 

To  heal  a  wounded  breast, 
And  I,  forlorn  and  sad, 

Must  seek  another  rest ; 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

3  Where  can  the  mourner  go, 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 
Ah  !  who  can  sooth  his  wo, 

And  give  him  sweet  relief? 
Thou,  Jesus  !  canst  impart, 

By  thy  long  wish'd  return, 
Ease  to  this  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn ; 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  I  rejoice,  my  Lord,  in  thee. 

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GRACES    OF   THE    SPIRIT.        218,  219. 

HYMN  218.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 

Dover.     Peckham.     Shirland. 
Rejoicing.     Ps.  cxxxviii.  5. 

1  l^TOW  let  our  voices  join 
11    To  form  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 

With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears 

How  open  and  how  fair  ! 
No  lurking  gins  t'entrap  our  feet, 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  Paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring ; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  All  honor  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way, — 
To  him  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

HYMN  219.     C.  M.     Beddome. 

Abridge.     Barby. 
Resignation. 

1  T%/B~  Y  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
J_tJL  Great  God,  are  in  thy  hand; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 

And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 
Before  they  were  possessed  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murm'ring  word, 

Tho'  the  whole  world  were  gone, 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

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220,  221.        GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

HYMN  220.     C.  M.     Young. 

Chapel.     Georgia.     Walsal. 

1  |f^UR  hearts  are  fasten'd  to  this  world 
\J  By  strong  and  num'rous  ties, 

And  every  sorrow  breaks  a  string, 
And  urges  us  to  rise. 

2  When  heav'n  would  kindly  set  us  free, 

And  earth's  enchantment  end, 
It  takes  the  most  effectual  means, 
And  robs  us  of  a  friend. 

3  Resign — and  all  the  load  of  life 

That  moment  you  remove  ; 
Its  heavy  tax,  ten  thousand  cares 
Devolve  on  ONE  above. 

HYMN  221.     CM.     Rippon. 

Bray.     Rochester. 
Self-denial.     Mark  viii.  34. 

ND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 
Will  more  than  make  amends, 

For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compar'd  with  thee,  supremely  good, 

Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 

Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
Tho'  destitute  of  all  things  else, 

I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

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GRACES    OF   THE    SPIRIT.        222,  223 


HYMN  222.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Barby.     Abridge. 
Sincerity  and  truth.     Phil.  iv.  8. 

ET  those  who  bear  the  christian  name 
Their  holy  vows  fulfil ; 
The  saints,  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 

Are  men  of  honor  still. 
True  to  the  solemn  oaths  they  take, 

Tho'  to  their  hurt  they  swear  : 
Constant  and  just  to  all  they  speak  ; 

For  God  and  angels  hear. 
Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 

Nor  flatt'ring  words  devise  : 
They  know  the  God  of  truth  can  see 

Thro'  every  false  disguise. 
From  all  deceit  they  swiftly  fly, 

Whatever  shape  it  wears, 
They  love  the  truth — and  when  they  die, 

Eternal  life  is  theirs. 

HYMN  223.  C.  M.     Cowper. 

St.  Ann's.     Barby. 
Submission. 

OLORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 

That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

No — let  me  rather  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize  to  thee ; 

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224.  GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  thro* 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth  ! 

6  But  ah !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Will  drive  these  thoughts  away. 

HYMN  22 1,     C.  M. 

Chapel.     Walsal. 
Submission  to  Christ. 

1  TESUS,  once  left  his  throne  on  high, 
^P    Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  on  earth  to  bleed  and  die — 

Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

2  Is  there  a  heart  that  will  not  bend 

To  his  divine  control  ? 
Descend,  O  sov'reign  love,  descend, 
And  melt  that  stubborn  soul. 
J  Come,  dearest  Lord,  we  will  confess 
Thy  sweet,  thy  gentle  sway  : 
Our  willing  hearts,  constrain'd  by  grace, 
Thy  pleasing  rule  obey. 
t  Tho'  we,  for  bounty  so  divine, 
No  equal  honors  raise  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 
Our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise. 
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GRACES    OF    THE    SPIRIT.        225,  226. 

HYMN  225.     C.  M.     Tate. 

Swanwick.     Hanover. 
Trust  and  love  God.     Ps.  xxxiv. 

1  r  ■  1HRO'  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

JL    In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boast 

Till  all  who  are  distrest, 
From  my  example,  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love — 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear : 
Come,  make  his  service  your  delight, 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

HYMN  226.     L.  M.    Steele. 

Bath.     Luton.     Wells. 
Trust  in  God.     Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 

1  r  B  1HE  God  of  my  salvation  lives ; 

B      My  nobler  life  he  will  sustain ; 
His  word  immortal  vigor  gives, 

Nor  shall  my  glorious  hopes  be  vain. 

2  Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart, 

Tho'  every  earthly  comfort  die  ; 
Thy  smile  can  bid  my  pains  depart, 
And  raise  my  sacred  pleasures  high. 

3  Oh,  let  me  hear  thy  blissful  voice, 

Inspiring  life  and  joy  divine  ! 
The  barren  desert  shall  rejoice ; 
'Tis  paradise,  if  thou  art  mine  ! 

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227,    228.         GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

HYMN  227.     S.  M. 

St.  Thomas.     Shirland. 

1  f^\  IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
\jT  Hope,  and  be  undismay'd ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears  ; 
He  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Thro'  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  the  way  ; 
Wait  thou  his  time ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? — 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? — 
Cast  off  this  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  every  care  be  gone. 

4  "What  tho'  thou  rulest  not ! 

Yet  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim  that  "  God  is  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well." 

HYMN  228.     5,  6.     Newton, 

Newcastle.     Devonshhe. 
1  will  trust.      Isaiah  xii.  2. 

1  T3  EG  ONE,  unbelief! 
-D  My  Saviour  is  near ; 
And  for  my  relief 

Will  surely  appear : 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle, 

And  he  will  perform  ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 

I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Determin'd  to  save, 

He  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave, 
I  sported  with  death  : 
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GRACES    OF   THE    SPIRIT.  229. 

And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me 

To  put  me  to  shame  ? 

3  Why  should  I  complain 
Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 
He  told  me  no  less  : 

The  heirs  of  salvation, 

I  know  from  his  word, 
Thro'  much  tribulation, 

Must  follow  their  Lord. 

4  Tho'  dark  be  my  way, 
Since  he  is  my  guide, 
7Tis  mine  to  obey, 
'Tis  his  to  provide ; 

His  way  was  much  rougher. 

And  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer, 

And  shall  I  repine  ? 

5  His  love,  in  time  past, 
Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last 
In  trouble  to  sink  : 

Tho'  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  Oh,  how  pleasant 

The  conqueror's  song ! 

HYMN  229.     L.  M. 

Green's  Hundredth.     Islington. 
True  Wisdom.     Proverbs   iii.    13. 

HAPPY  the  man,  who  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessings  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
And  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 


230.  GRACES   OF   THE    SPIRIT. 

2  Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness. 
And  all  her  flow'ry  paths  are  peace  ; 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compar'd  with  her. 

3  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains, 
In  whose  obedient  heart  she  reigns ; 
He  owns,  and  will  for  ever  own, 
Wisdom  and  Christ,  and  heav'n  are  one. 

HYMN  230.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Mear.     Abridge. 
Zeal —  true  and  false. 

1  F^EAL  is  that  pure  and  heav'nly  flame. 
/lA  The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 

While  that  which  often  bears  the  name, 
Is  self  in  a  disguise. 

2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Can  pity  and  forbear ; 
The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce  and  wild, 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 

He  knows  the  worth  of  peace  : 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 
Its  parly  to  increase. 

4  Zeal  has  attained  its  highest  aim, 

Its  end  is  satisfy'd, 
If  sinners  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Nor  seeks  it  aught  beside. 

5  But  self,  however  well  employ 'd, 

Has  its  own  ends  in  view  ; 
And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cry'd, 
"  Come,  see  what  I  can  do." 

6  Dear  Lord,  the  idol  self  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove  : 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 
But  that  which  springs  from  love. 
160 


CHRISTIAN.  231,   232, 

CHRISTIAN. 
HYMN  231.     L.  M.   Stennett. 

Vanhall's  Hymn.      Leeds. 
Warfare.     Eph.  vL  13—17 

1  TESUS,  my  King,  proclaims  the  war; 
Jl    "  Awake,  the  pow'rs  of  hell  are  near! 
"  To  arms,  to  arms  I"  I  hear  him  cry, 

"  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die." 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around ; 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armour  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  be  gone. 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
The  word  of  God  the  sword  I  wield ; 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  arm'd,  I  venture  on  the  fight 
Resolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight ; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conqu'ring  banner  o'er  my  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust ; 

His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast ; 
Thro'  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on 
To  vict'ry  and  the  victor's  crown. 

HYMN  232.      L.  ML      Barbauld. 

Truro.     Blendon. 

1  A   WAKE,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
r\.  See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 

In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 

14*  161 


233,    234.  CHRISTIAN. 

The  meanest  foe  of  all  that  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground  ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  Clad  in  the  armour,  from  above, 

Of  henv'nly  truth,  and  heav'nly  love, 
Come  now,  my  soul,  the  charm  repel, 
Andpow'rs  of  earth  and  pow'rs  of  hell. 

HYMN  233.     L.  M.     Cruttenden. 

Armley.      Bath. 

1  ^T~^7~HAT  jarring  natures  dwell  within. 

j  j      Imperfect  grace,  remaining  sin  ! 
Nor  can  this  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 
Tho'  each  by  turns  my  heart  assail. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan  and  die, — 
Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high ; 
Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 

Or  mourn — to  feel  it  live  again. 

3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 
Borne  upward  to  my  native  skies  ; 
While  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight 
To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light. 

4  Great  God,  assist  me  thro'  the  fight ; 
Make  me  triumphant  in  thy  might ; 
Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise, 
The  vict'ry  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

HYMN  234.  C.  M.     Stennett. 

Windsor.     Plymouth. 
In-dwelling  sin  lamented. 

1    l/lHTH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
YT     Here  at  thy  feet  my  God,. 
162 


CHRISTIAN.  235,   236. 

My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  has  been  ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  1 

4  Break,  sov'reign  grace,  O  break  the  charm, 

And  set  the  captive  free  : 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

HYMN  235.     L.  M. 

Kingsbridge.     Putney. 

1  T    ORD,  I'm  denTd  in  every  part, 
JL_ji  Barren  my  life  and  cold  my  heart, 
Yet  sometimes  thro'  thy  sov'reign  grace, 
I  catch  a  glimpse  at  Jesus'  face. 

2  This  gives  my  drowsy  heart  a  spring, 

I  fain  would  rise,  and  fain  would  sing  ; 
But  soon  a  cloud  rolls  in  between, 
All  black  with  some  in-dwelling  sin. 

3  My  notes  then  falter  on  my  tongue, 
The  foul  contagion  spoils  my  song  ; 
But  Thou,  who  dost  the  world  control, 
Speak  but  the  word — I  shall  be  whole. 

HYMN  236.      C.  M. 

Clarendon.     Colchester. 
Self-examination.    2  Cor.  xiii.  5. 

1  TT1IS  first  of  all  thyself  to  know, 
I      To  feel  the  plague  of  sin, 

163 


237.  CHRISTIAN. 

Expos'd  to  everlasting  wo, 
And  nothing  good  within : 

2  To  know  thy  wretched  sinful  state, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good ; 
To  feel  thy  guilt  exceeding  great, 
Thy  heart  oppos'd  to  God : 

3  To  know  thy  law-condemned  case, 

And  own  thy  sentence  just ; 
Thy  heart  subdu'd  by  sov'reign  grace, 
And  humbled  in  the  dust : 

4  To  know  the  pangs  of  pious  grief, 

For  sins  against  the  Lord ; 
To  know  that  nought  can  give  relief, 
But  trusting  in  his  word : 

5  To  know  that  thou  art  born  of  God, 

Thy  num'rous  sins  forgiv'n, 
Thy  soul  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 
And  thou  an  heir  of  heav'n. 

HYMN   237.     L.  M.     Pres.  Davies. 

Carthage.     Kin  gsb  ridge. 

1  A   ND  what  am  I  ? — My  soul,  awake, 
r\    And  an  impartial  survey  take  : 

Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice — or  in  heart  appear  ? 

2  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ! 
Is  Jesus  form'd,  and  living  there  ? 
Say — do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

3  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still : 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; — 
Scatter  the  clouds  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread. 

164 


CHRISTIAN.  238,   239, 

4  May  I  at  that  blest  world  arrive, 

Where  Christ  thro'  all  my  soul  shall  live ; 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 

HYMN  238.     7s.     Newton. 

Montpelier.     Finedon. 
In  darkness. 

1  ^^NCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 
%J  Firmly  nx'd  no  more  to  move  ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  fill'd  with  love  ; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew ; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour ! 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight ; 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul, 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive  ; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 


HYMN  239.     8s.     Newton. 

Lambeth.     Uxbridge. 

1  T~F  OW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
.1    |    When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 

165 


240.  CHRISTIAN. 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

3  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 

4  Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  the  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

HYMN  240.     8,  7. 

Love  divine.      Tabernacle. 

1  TT7HERE  is  now  our  boasted  Saviour, 

*  *     Where  our  rapture  of  delight  ? 
Thou  hast,  Lord,  withdrawn  thy  favor, 

Thou  art  vanish'd  from  our  sight, 
Once  thy  blissful  love  we  tasted, 

Cheer'd  by  thee  with  living  bread ; 
Oh,  how  short  a  time  it  lasted, 

Oh,  how  soon  the  joy  is  fled  ! 

2  Yet  thou  hast  the  cause  unfolded, 

Could  we  but  the  truth  receive  ; 
Thou  in  humbling  love  hast  told  it, 

Needful  'tis  for  us  to  grieve — 
Son  of  God,  for  thee  we  languish, 

Still  thy  presence  we  bemoan, 
Overwhelm'd  with  grief  and  anguish, 

Poor,  forsaken,  and  alone. 

3  Stript  of  that  excessive  pleasure, 

Fondly  we  the  loss  deplore, 
Till  we  find  again  our  treasure, 

Find,  and  never  lose  thee  more. 
Oh,  cut  short  the  night  of  mourning  ; 

May  we  glory  in  thy  grace — 
166 


CHRISTIAN.  241,   242. 

Triumph  in  thy  full  returning — 
See  again  thy  smiling  face. 

HYMN  241.     8s.     Toplady. 

Bethany.      Lambeth. 
Faith  fainting. 

ENCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  ; 
Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load : 
All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep  : 
While  harassed  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  : 

Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

3  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrors  shall  cease; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art : 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r ; 
Come,  succor  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r. 

HYMN  242.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Armley.     Carthage.     Warwick. 
Forsaken,  yet  hoping. 

HAPPY  the  hours,  the  golden  days, 
When  I  could  call  my  Jesus  mine ; 

J  67 


243.  CHRISTIAN, 

And  sit  and  view  his  smiling  face, 
And  melt  in  pleasures  all  divine. 

2  Near  to  my  heart,  within  my  arms 

He  lay,  till  sin  defil'd  my  breast : 
Till  broken  vows  and  earthly  charms, 
Tir'd  and  provok'd  my  heav'nly  guest 

3  But  now  he's  gone.  (O  mighty  wo  !) 

Gone  from  my  soul  and  hides  his  love  ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  griev'd  him  so ; 
The  sins  that  forc'd  him  to  remove. 

HYMN  243.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Canterbury.      York. 
O  that  1  were  as  in  months  past.     Job  xxix.  2. 

1  OWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
KU  The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 
Apply 'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 

And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  pray'r  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now  when  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  pray'rs  are  now  an  empty  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 
168 


CHRISTIAN.  244. 

6  Rise,  Lord,  now  help  me  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail — 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

HYMN  244.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Portugal.     Luton. 
Prayer  answered  by  crosses, 

1  T  ASK'D  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow 

i    In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  pray'r ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 

As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request ; 
And  by  his  love's  restraining  pow'r, 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

5  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe ; 

Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  hopes,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this,"  I  trembling  cry'd, 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"  Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  answer  pray'r  for  grace  and  faith : 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
From  self,  and  pride,  to  set  thee  free  ; 

15  169 


245, 246.  christian. 

And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me," 

HYMN  245.     C.  M. 

Elgin.     Chapel. 
Backsliding  and  returning. 

1  '  •     ITOWfar,  alas,  in  sinful  ways, 

■    1    How  far  from  God  I've  gone  ; 
And  now  I  mourn  in  painful  lays — 
Ah  !  Lord,  what  have  I  done  ! 

2  To  sin  and  Satan's  bold  demand, 

I  was  a  willing  prey  ; 
He  was  not  readier  to  command, 
Than  I  was  to  obey. 

3  Perchance  the  tempter  left  my  heart, 

Yet  still  his  work  went  on  ; 
I  acted  o'er  his  dreadful  part — 
Ah !  Lord,  what  have  I  done  ! 

4  Saviour,  Almighty  and  divine, 

I've  slighted  all  thy  charms ; 

Restore  me  from  this  sad  decline, 

Nor  thrust  me  from  thy  arms. 

HYMN  246.     C.  M. 

Wantage.     Martyr's. 

1  "TkEAR  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
JlM  Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep ; 
False  to  my  vows,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep. 

2  Now  let  me  be  by  grace  restor'd, 

To  me  thy  mercy  shown  ; 
Oh,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  Almighty  Prince,  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Grant,  thro'  the  greatness  of  thy  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart. 
170 


CHRISTIAN.  247, 248. 

4  Give,  what  I  should  have  long  implor'd, 
A  taste  of  love  unknown ; 
Oh,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

0  Behold  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die ; 
For  life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 
Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye. 
6  Speak  but  the  reconciling  word  ; 
Let  mercy  melt  me  down : 
Oh,  turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
HYMN  247.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Bangor.     Wantage. 

1  T3LEST  Saviour,  by  thy  pow'rful  word, 
-*-*  Once  night  was  turn'd  to  day ; 

And  thy  salvation  joy  restor'd, 
Which  I  had  sinn'd  away. 

2  'Twas  then  I  wonder'd  and  ador'd 

To  see  thy  grace  divine ; 
I  felt  thy  love,  I  prais'd  the  Lord, 
Who  made  such  blessings  mine. 

3  Wilt  thou  not  still  vouchsafe  to  own 

A  wretch  so  vile  as  1 1 
May  I  not  still  approach  thy  throne, 
And,  Abba  Father,  cry  1 

4  Lord,  speak  that  gracious  word  again, 

And  cheer  my  drooping  heart; 
No  voice  but  thine  can  sooth  my  pain, 
Or  bid  my  fears  depart. 

HYMN  248.     S.  M.     Beddome. 

Orange.     Wirks  worth.   • 
Luke  xix.  41, 

1      r^H*  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  1 
JLr  And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 

171 


249, 250.  christian 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  ev'ry  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep  ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heav'n  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 
HYMN  249.     7s.     Madan's  Col. 

Finedon.     Bloxham.     St.  John's. 
Adieu  to  the  vain  world. 

1  "V^TyrORLD,  adieu !  thou  real  cheat ; 

Y  V     Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 
Fill'd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 

Foolish  hopes  and  false  alarms ; 
Now  I  see  as  clear  as  day, 
How  thy  follies  pass  away. 

2  Vain,  thy  entertaining  sights  ; 

False,  thy  promises  renew'd  ; 
All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 

Does  but  flatter  and  delude  : 
Thee  I  quit  for  heav'n  above, 
Object  of  the  noblest  love. 

3  Let  not,  Lord,  my  wand'ring  mind 

Follow  after  fleeting  toys  ; 
Since  in  thee  alone  I  find 

Solid  and  substantial  joys  : — 
Joys  that,  never  overpast, 
Through  eternity  shall  last. 

HYMN  250.    C.  M.     Watts. 

Wareham.     Braintree. 
1   TT[  OW  false  this  earth  in  all  its  forms, 
M   ■    How  big  with  flatt'ring  lies ! 
172 


CHRISTIAN.  251, 

We  seek  to  catch  her  airy  charms, 
And  straight  the  phantom  dies. 

2  There's  nothing  round  these  painted  skies, 

Or  on  this  earthly  clod  ; 
Nothing,  my  soul,  that's  worth  thy  joys, 
Or  lovely  as  thy  God. 

3  'Tis  heav'n  to  taste  his  love, 

To  feel  his  quick'ning  grace  : 
And  all  the  heav'n  I  hope  above, 
Is  but  to  see  his  face. 

4  No — 'tis  in  vain  to  seek  for  bliss, 

For  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found, 
Till  we  arrive  where  Jesus  is, 
And  tread  on  heav'nly  ground. 

HYMN  251.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Blendon.     Armley.     Moreton. 

1  TT\KAD  be  my  heart  to  all  below, 
■■-'  To  mortal  joys  and  mortal  cares  ; 
To  sensual  bliss  that  charms  us  so, 

Be  dark  mine  eyes  and  deaf  mine  ears. 

2  All  earthly  joys  are  overweigh'd, 

With  mountains  of  vexatious  care  : 
And  where's  the  sweet  that  is  not  laid, 
A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare  ? 

3  Lord,  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 

Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize  ; 
Their  Paradise  shall  never  waste 
One  thought  of  mine,  but  to  despise. 

4  Come,  heav'n,  and  fill  my  vast  desires ; 

My  soul  pursues  the  sov'reign  good  : 
She  was  all  made  of  heav'nly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  live  on  meaner  food. 

15*  173 


252,    253.  CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN  252.   C.  M.     Stennett. 

Clarendon.     Braintree . 
Ps.  iv.  6. 

1  "  1~N  vain  the  giddy  world  inquires — 

1    Forgetful  of  their  God — 
"  Who  will  supply  our  vast  desires, 
Or  show  us  any  good  ?" 

2  Thro'  the  wide  circuit  of  the  earth, 

Their  eager  wishes  rove, 
In  chase  of  honor,  wealth,  and  mirth, 
The  phantoms  of  their  love. 

3  But  oft  these  shadowy  joys  elude 

Their  most  intense  pursuit ; 
Or,  if  they  seize  the  fancied  good, 
There's  poison  in  the  fruit. 

4  Lord,  from  this  world  call  off  my  love, 

Set  my  affections  right ; 
Bid  me  aspire  to  joys  above, 
And  walk  no  more  by  sight. 

HYMN  253.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Evening  Hymn.     Kingsbridge. 
Parting  with  carnal  jo  is. 

1  T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
J-  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind. 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 
And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

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CHRISTIAN.  254,   255. 

4  Now  to  the  shining-  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  ; 
Oh,  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

HYMN  254.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Canterbury.     Bedford. 
Jl  refuge,  from  the  storm.     Deut.  xxxiii.   z7, 

1  '  PUEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
_M_J  On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  1 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Tho'  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

HYMN  255.     7s.     Cowper. 

Hotham.     Middleton. 
'ESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

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256.  CHRISTIAN. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Lo  !  I,  helpless,  hang  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  Oh,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Lest  I  basely  shrink  and  flee  : 
Thou  art  all  my  trust  and  aid, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing ! 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness, 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Reign,  O  Lord,  within  my  heart, 

Reign  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN  256.     L.  M.     Stennett. 

Portugal.     Sterling. 
Our  bodies  GooVs  Temple.     1  Cor.  vi.  19. 

1  A   ND  will  th'  offended  God  again 
r\.  Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men ? 

Will  he  within  this  bosom  raise 
A  living  temple  to  his  praise  ? 

2  The  joyful  news  transports  my  breast, 
All  hail !  I  cry,  thou  heav'nly  guest ! 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  pow'rs  within, 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

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CHRISTIAN.  257. 

3  Enter  with  all  thy  heav'nly  train, 
Here  live,  and  here  for  ever  reign  ; 
Thy  sceptre  o'er  my  passions  sway  ; 
Let  love  command,  and  I'll  obey. 

4  Reason  and  conscience  shall  submit, 
And  pay  their  homage  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  I'll  consecrate  my  heart, 
And  bid  each  rival  thence  depart. 

HYMN  257.     L.  M. 

German.     Armley.     Kingsbridge. 
Prayer  jor  grace. 

1  ^k  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight, 
\J  The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Freed  from  these  bonds  and  join'd  to  thee. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ! 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way ; 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinking  deep  in  waves  of  wo, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Oh,  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

Where  toil  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  all  is  peace. 

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258,    259.  CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN  258.  C.  M.     Steele. 

Plympton.      Buckingham. 
Pleasures  unseen.     2  Cor.  iv.  18. 

1  rf^H,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 
\J  Above  these  gloomy  shades, 

To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflarne. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,where  pleasures  spring, 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  259.     S.  M.      Heath. 

Watchman.     Cambridge. 
Watch  and  pray.      Matt.  xxvi.  41. 

1  ~|%/1~Y  soul  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

1 T I    Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down, 
Thy  arduous  work  wil!  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

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christian.  260,  261,  262. 

HYMN  260.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Wantage.     Windsor. 

1  A   LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 
/\    What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 

To  heav'n,  Oh,  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  O  Lord,  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up. 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

3  Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 
HYMN  261.      S.  M. 

Wirks worth.    Berkley. 

1  O  AVIOUR,  we  wait  the  day, 
£_3  The  awful  day  unknown, 

To  quit  our  house,  this  tent  of  clay, 
And  lay  our  bodies  down. 

2  Come,  and  our  souls  prepare 

For  such  a  solemn  day ; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray — 

3  Oh,  may  we  all  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
A  ad  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  262.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Richmond.     Bicester.    Ley  den. 
Crucifixion  to  the  world.  Gal.  vi.  14. 

1  "1T7HEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
»  *     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd, 

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263.  CHRISTIAN. 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And,  mourning,  weep  o'er  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood  ; 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet ; 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN  263.      L.  M.     Newton. 

Virginia.    Surry.    Kingsbridge. 

1  WTtTHEN  I  the  blest  Redeemer  see, 

j  y      All  bleeding  on  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transformed  to  love. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart, 
In  ev'ry  groan  I  bear  a  part ; 

I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes  ; 
But  see  !  he  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wounded  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood ; 
Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near — 
The  spring  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 
I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains  ; 
Only  the  fountain  head  above 
Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 

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CHRISTIAN,  264,    265. 

HYMN  264.     C.  M.     Newton. 

New  Cambridge.     Rochester. 
Christ  precious.     1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

1  TTTOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
1   1    In  a  believer's  ear  ! 

It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  him,  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  denTd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  265.       8,  7.     Robinson. 

Love  Divine.    Tabernacle. 

Sitting  at  Jesus1  feet. 

1    ^^WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Jo   Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinners  dying  Friend : 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

16  181 


266,  267.  christian 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station- 
Low  before  his  cross  I'll  lie  ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  his  languid  eye  ; 
Here  I'll  sit — for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  : 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
HYMN  266.      L.  M.     Fawcett. 

Armley.     Warwick. 
The  Christian  Pilgrim.     Deut.  viii.  2. 

1  f  ■  IHRO'  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 

1      Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home  ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

2  My  soul  with  various  tempests  toss'd, 
Her  fairest  hopes  and  projects  cross'd, 
Sees  ev'ry  day  new  straits  attend, 

And  wonders  where  the  scene  wall  end. 

3  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road, 
"Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ?— 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  the  wilderness  below  ? 

4  "Tis  even  so — thy  faithful  love 
Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove  ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all. 

HYMN  267.       C.  M. 

Walsal.     Standish. 
Heb.  xii.  22—24. 

1  f^lHILDREN  of  God,  who,  traveling  slow, 
\^J  Your  pilgrim  path  pursue, 
In  strength,  and  weakness,  joy  and  wo, 
To  God's  high  (jailing  true  ; — 
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CHRISTIAN.  268. 

2  Why  move  ye  thus  with  ling'ring  tread, 

A  doubtful,  mournful  band  1 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head  ? 
Why  fails  the  feeble  hand '? 

3  Was  the  full  orb  that  rose  in  light 

To  cheer  your  early  way, 
A  treach'rous  meteor,  falsely  bright, 
That  blaz'd,  and  pass'd  away  ? 

4  Was  the  rich  vale  that  proudly  shone 

Beneath  the  morning  beam, 
A  soft  illusion,  swiftly  gone — 
A  fair  and  faithless  dream  t 

5  Oh !  weak  to  know  a  Saviour's  pow'r, 

To  feel  a  father's  care  : 
A  moment's  toil,  a  passing  show'r, 
Is  all  the  grief  ye  share. 

HYMN  268.     CM.     Part II. 

Keene.     Abridge. 

1  rjlHE  Lord  of  light,  tho'  veil'd  awhile 

1      He  hide  his  noon  tide  ray, 
Shall  soon  in  lovelier  beauty  smile 
To  gild  the  closing  day  : 

2  And,  bursting  thro'  the  dusky  shroud 

That  dar'd  his  pow'r  invest, 
Ride  thron'd  in  light  o'er  every  cloud, 
Triumphant  to  his  rest  : 

2  And  there,  beneath  his  beam  renew'd, 
That  glorious  vale  shall  shine, 
So  long  by  trembling  Hope  pursu'd, 
And  now  for  ever  thine. 
4  Then,  Christian,  dry  the  falling  tear  ; 
The  faithless  doubt  remove  ; 
Redeem'd  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 
Oh !  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 

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269,    270.  CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN  269.     L.  M.     Newton, 

Bath.      Kent. 
IAS  when  the  weary  travler  gains 
r\    The  height  of  some  overlooking  hill7 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home  tho'  distant  still ; 

2  So  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 

By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell, 

With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day : 

Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 

And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away. 

HYMN  270.      7s. 

Condolence.     Hotham. 

1  "OILGRIM,  burden'd  with  thy  sin, 
JL      Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day ; 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch  and  pray. 

2  Knock — for  mercy  lends  an  ear ; 

Weep — she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh ; 
Watch — till  heavenly  light  appear ; 
Pray — she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 

3  Mourning  Pilgrim !  what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain  ? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 
Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears  and  pain. 

4  Sorrow  shall  for  ever  fly ; 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there  ; 
Tears  be  wip'd  from  every  eye ; 
Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 
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HYMN  271.    L.M. 

Kent.      Clarendon. 
In  thy  light  shall  we  see  light.     Ps.  xxxvi.  9. 

1  IjlOUNTAIN  of  light,  whose  copious  stream 
JJ    Supplies  the  sun  with  every  beam; 
Night  fades  before  thy  kindling  ray, 

Till  all  within  is  perfect  day. 

2  A  beam  of  light  and  life  impart, 
To  quicken  and  to  warm  my  heart, 
And  bid  the  lucid  current  roll, 
Thro'  all  the  channels  of  the  soul ; — 

3  Till  to  its  source  above  the  skies, 
The  tributary  stream  shall  rise  ; 
And,  ceasing  in  this  world  to  be, 
Rejoice  to  lose  itself  in  thee. 


■s 


HYMN  272.     7,  6.     Newton. 

Fairfax.     Margate. 

OMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings ; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises, 

With  healing  on  his  wings  : 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 
In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

16*  185 


273.  CHRISTIAN. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  thro', — 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Tho'  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Tho'  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice  ; 
For  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

HYMN  273.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Stade.     Abridge. 

1  fk  HAPPY  soul,  that  lives  on  high, 
\J  While  men  lie  grov'ling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fix'd  above  the  sky, 

And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  grace  and  joy  combine, 
To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 

His  God  in  secret  sees  ; 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwrells  in  heav'nly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  of  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been. 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb, 
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5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne, 
To  raise  his  figure  here, 
Content  and  pleas'd  to  live  alone, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 

HYMN  274.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Edinburgh.     Canterbury. 
The  hope  of   heaven  our  support. 

1  W"MT7"HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
f  f     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all ; 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN  275.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Clifford.     York.     Braintree. 
The  fear  of  God.     Prov.  xxiii.  17. 

1  f  1 1HRICE  happy  souls,who,born  of  heav'n. 

1     While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
Humbly  begin  their  days  with  God, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

2  So  may  our  eyes  with  holy  zeal 

Prevent  the  dawning  day  ; 
And  turn  the  sacred  pages  o'er, 
And  praise  thy  name  and  pray. 


276.  CHRISTIAN. 

3  Midst  hourly  cares  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne  ; 
And,  while  the  world  our  hands  employ, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

4  At  night  we  lean  our  weary  heads 

On  thy  paternal  breast ; 
And,  safely  folded  in  thine  arms, 
Resign  our  powers  to  rest. 

5  In  solid,  pure  delights,  like  these, 

Let  all  my  days  be  past ; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  I  fear  the  last. 

HYMN  276.     8,  7,  4.     Robinson. 

Tamworth.     Littleton.     Helmsley. 
The   Pilgrim's   Guide.       Ps.   xlviii.    14. 

1  £~^\  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
\JT  Pilgrim,  thro'  this  barren  land ; 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow : 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 
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CHRISTIAN.  277- 

HYMN  277.     7, 6.     Whitefield. 

Amsterdam.     Hymn  5th. 
Pile-rim's  Song. 

1  IB  ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
JL%/  Thy  better  portion  trace ; 

Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thj  native  place. 

Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay — 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  : 
Fires  ascending  seek  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Fly  me  riches,  fly  me  cares, 

While  I  that  coast  explore ; 
Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night ; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
There  we'll  join  the  heav'nly  train, 

Welcom'd  to  partake  the  bliss  ; 
Fly  from  sorrow  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 

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278, 279.  worship. 


HYMN  278.     L.  M.     Gibbons. 

Hinton.     Blendon.     Shoel. 
Rising  to  God. 

1  "T^TOW  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime, 
JL^I    Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  1 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For,  strangers,  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heav'n  enjoy 'd  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heav'n  below. 


WORSHIP 


HYMN  279.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Windsor.     Wantage. 
Private  devotion.     Matt.  vi.  6. 

1    IjlATHER  Divine,  thy  piercing  eye 
MJ    Sees  thro'  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 
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WORSHIP.  280. 

There  may  thy  piercing  eye  survey 

My  solemn  homage  paid, 
With  every  morning's  dawning  ray, 

And  every  evening's  shade. 
Oh,  let  thy  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame  ; 
While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  aspire, 

Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 
So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  shalt  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 

Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 
HYMN  280.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Gouldbourn.     Cumberland. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

Wisdom  and  pleasure  dwell  at  home  ; 
Retir'd  and  silent  seek  them  there  : 
This  is  the  way  to  overcome — 
The  way  to  break  the  tempter's  snare. 
O  thou,  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  sequester'd  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 
Thro'  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 
My  search,  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  search'd  and  purify'd. 
Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  ev'ry  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  hath  fix'd  his  dwelling  there. 

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281,  282.  worship. 

HYMN  281.     C.  M.    Williams. 

Retirement.     Clarendon. 

1  X^TTHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Pow'r ! 

jj      Be  my  vain  wishes  stilFd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  rlll'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  Jife  has  rlow'd ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  282.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Springfield.      Chapel. 

1  T71AR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

r     From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  pray'r  and  praise  agree  : 
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WORSHIP.  283,  284. 

And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  Then  if  thy  spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh,  with  what  peace  and  joy  and  love, 
She  there  communes  with  God ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

HYMN  283.     C.  M.     Steele. 

St.  Mary's.     Walsal. 
The  request, 

1  TjlATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 

ftj     Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  murmur  free  : 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  thro'  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 
HYMN  284.      C.  M. 

Clarendon.     Mewmark. 

1  d^i  OME  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire — 
\^J  This  one  great  gift  impart — 
What  most  I  need — and  most  desire, 

A  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  witness  that  I'm  born  again, 

My  many  sins  forgiv'n  : 

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285,  286.  worshif. 

Nor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain 

To  cloud  my  hope  of  heav'n. 
3  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know^ 

From  sin's  deceit  be  free, 
In  all  the  christian  graces  grow, 

And  live  alone  to  thee. 

HYMN  285.     C.  M.     B. 

Barby.      Plymouth. 
Evening  twilight. 

1  T  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
A  From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  dayy 

In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear? 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear, 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  286.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Armley.      Bath. 
Social  prayer. 

1    ^^j^^AT  various  hind'rances  we  meet, 
f  f      In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
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worship.  287. 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 
Pray'r  makes  the  dark'ned  cloud  withdraw ; 
Praj'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw — 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love — 
Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 
Restraining  pray'r — we  cease  to  fight ; 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

Have  you  no  words  ? — Ah,  think  again ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad. tale  of  all  your  care. 
Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent — 
Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me  !" 

HYMN  287.     S.  M.  .  Newton. 

Durham.     St.  Thomas. 
Importunate.    Luke  xviii.  1 — 7. 

1  TESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
f^P    The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear — 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

"  Why  should  we  longer  wait  T 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

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288.  worship. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  pray'r  ; 
He  sees>  he  hears,  and  from  on  high,. 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 

HYMN  288.     C.  M.     Montgomery. 

Clarendon.     Brighton. 
Behold  he  prayeth.     Acts  ix.  1 1. 

1  "  IJRAY'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
JL     Unutter'd  or  express'd, 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
"When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Pray'r  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Pray'r  is  the  christian's  vital  breath, 

The  christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heav'n  with  pray'r. 

5  Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice 

And  say, — "  Behold  he  prays." 
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WORSHIP.  289,  290. 

HYMN  289.     L.  M.     Hart. 

Bath.      Blendon. 
Pray  without  ceasing.      1  Thess.  v.   17. 

1  "  I3RAY'R  was  appointed  to  convey 
J7     The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress — 
If  cares  distract  or  fears  dismay — 
If  guilt  deject — if  sin  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee— pray. 

3  'Tis  pray'r  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  ; 
Tho'  thought  be  broken— language  lame  ; 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

HYMN  290.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Truro.     Bath. 
Family  worship.     Gen.  xviii.  19. 

1  TTTJATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 

r     Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand, 
They  have  been,  and  are  still  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heav'n,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night  present  its  vows  ; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  Oh,  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name  ; 
While  pleas'd  and  thankful,  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 

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291,  292.  worship. 

HYMN  291.     S.  M.      Hoskins. 

Maryland.     Little  Marlboro'. 
Formal.     Job  xxvii.  8. 

1  "|3  ELIGION'S  form  is  vain, 

*~\s  While  we  deny  its  power  ! 
What  will  the  hypocrite  obtain, 
In  death's  tremendous  hour  ? 

2  Now  he  may  credit  gain, 

And  in  his  affluence  roll ; 
But  all  his  profit  will  be  pain, 
When  God  shall  take  his  soul. 

3  Then,  O  what  dread  surprise, 

What  horror  and  dismay, 
When  death  shall  open  wide  his  eyes, 
And  tear  his  mask  away  ! 

4  Lord,  search  and  know  my  heart, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
And  bid  hypocrisy  depart, 

And  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

HYMN  292.     C.  M.     Doddridge, 

Abridge.     Christmas. 
Ministers  watch  for  souls.     Heb.  xiii.  17. 

ET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God, 

Their  awful  charge  receive. 
'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart — 

It  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 
They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heav'nly  bliss  forego  ; — 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live, 

In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 

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worship.  293,  294. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach, 
Their  own  Redeemer,  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  Thee. 
HYMN  293.     H.  M.    Doddridge. 

Bethesda.     Eagle  Street. 
A  sweet  savor.     2  Cor.  ii.   15,   16. 

1  TJRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

JL      Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ! 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 
Is  breath'd  on  every  side  : 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth,  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel — and  live  ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing 

Jesus,  the  Lord,  the  conqu'ring  King. 

3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace, 

That  brings  salvation  nigh  : 
They  turn  their  face  away, 

And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die. 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints,  deplore — 
For  Oh  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

HYMN  294.     8,  7,  4.      Kelly. 

Tarn  worth.     Helmslej. 
Cry  aloud.     Isa.  lviii.  1. 
1    TBl/JTEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations ; 
1 T  JL  Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth  ; 
Go  proclaim  among  the  nations, 
Joyful  news  of  heav'nly  birth  ; 

Bear  the  tidings 
Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth. 

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295.  WORSHIP. 

2  What  tho'  earth  and  hell  united, 

Should  oppose  the  Saviour's  plan  ? 
Plead  his  cause,  nor  be  affrighted  : 
Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  man  : 

Vain  their  tumult, 
Stop  his  work  they  never  can. 

3  When  expos'd  to  fearful  dangers, 

Jesus  will  his  own  defend  : 
Borne  afar  'midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  friend  : 

And  his  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

HYMN  295.     L.  M. 

Carthage.     Armley. 
Prayer  for  a  sick  Minister. 

I   f\  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 


o 


We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  Shepherd  of  the  flock. 

2  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save  ; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

3  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tend'rest  ties, 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies  ; 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

4  Yet,  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  pray'rs  and  tears  cannot  prevail ; 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 
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worship.  296,  297. 

HYMN  296.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Buckingham.      Plympton. 
Comfort  under  the  loss  of  Ministers. 

1  W»7HAT — tho'  the  arm  of  conquering  death 

j  j     Does  God's  own  house  invade  ; 
What — tho'  the  Prophet  and  the  Priest 
Be  number'd  with  the  dead ! 

2  Tho'  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young ; 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  clos'd, 
And  mute  the  instructive  tongue  : 

3  Th'  Eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comforts  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

4  Then  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowii'd  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh ! 

HYMN  297.     S.  M.     Dwight. 

Shirland.     Watchman. 
Love  to  the  Church. 

LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  bless'd  Redeemer  sav'd, 

With  his  own  precious  blood. 
If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons,    ; 

My  voice,  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 

This  voice  in  silence  die. 
If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare,  or  her  wo, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

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i 


298, 299.  WORSHIP. 


4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  giv'n, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

HYMN  298.     8,  7.     Newton. 

Sicilian   Hymn.      Northampton  Chapel. 
Declension  lamented. 

1  ^kNCE,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
V^F  Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen ! 

2  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted — 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  ! 

HYMN  299.     L.  M. 

Leeds.     St.  Catharine's. 

1  ^k   SUN  of  Righteousness  divine, 
\J  On  us  with  beams  of  mercy  shine, 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

2  While  mourning  o'er  our  guilt  and  shame, 
And  asking  mercy  in  thy  name, 

Dear  Saviour,  cleanse  us  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  our  Advocate  with  God. 
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worship.  300, 301. 

3  Sustain,  when  sinking  in  distress, 
And  guide  us  thro'  this  wilderness ; 
Teach  our  low  thoughts  from  earth  to  rise, 
And  lead  us  onward  to  the  skies. 

HYMN  300.      C.  M. 

Colchester.     Clarendon. 
Isa.  liii.  1. 

1  T  f  OW  few  the  word  of  God  regard, 

I    1    Or  seek  their  Maker's  face  ! 
In  vain  the  gospel  is  proclaim'd, 
If  not  enforc'd  by  grace. 

2  Almighty  God,  exert  thy  power, 

And  melt  the  stony  breast ; 

Then  shall  thy  justice  be  ador'd, 

Thy  mercy  stand  confess'd. 

3  The  scorner  then  shall  mourn  in  dust, 

And  put  his  sins  away ; 
No  more  resist  his  Maker's  hands, 
But  lift  his  own  to  pray. 

HYMN  301.     L.  P.  M. 

Eaton.      St.  Helen's. 

1  ~I~    OST  in  a  labyrinth  of  sin, 

_JL^  Long  have  we  wander'd  to  and  fro, 
The  wilderness  hath  shut  us  in, 

And  only  faith  the  way  can  show ; 
And  only  pray'r  can  lend  the  clue, 
And  guide  our  weary  footsteps  through. 

2  Jesus,  thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all, 

The  same  thro'  one  eternal  day, 
Attend  thy  feeble  followers'  call, 

And  Oh,  instruct  us  how  to  pray  : 
Pour  out  the  supplicating  grace, 
And  stir  us  up  to  seek  thy  face. 

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302,  303.  worship. 

HYMN  302.     C.  M.     Kelly. 

Arlington.     Bray. 
Amos  vii.  2. 

1  T3  Y  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  ? 
-D  For  Jacob's  friends  are  few : 
And,  what  should  fill  us  with  surprise, 

They  seem  divided  too. 

2  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  ? 

For  Jacob's  foes  are  strong, 
I  read  their  triumph  in  their  eyes, 
They  think  he'll  fall  e'er  long. 

3  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  ? 

Can  any  tell  by  whom  ? 
Say,  shall  this  branch  that  wither'd  lies, 
Again  revive  and  bloom  ? 

4  Lord,  thou  canst  tell — the  work  is  thine, 

The  help  of  man  is  vain — 
On  Jacob  now  arise  and  shine, 
And  he  shall  live  again. 

HYMN  303.     L.  M.     Hyde. 

Moreton.     Bath.     Chatham. 
Prayer  for  the  children  of  the  Church. 

1  '  J^kEAR  Saviour, if  these  lambs  should  stray, 
JLF  From  thy  secure  enclosures  bound, 
And  lur'd  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found  : 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine, 

That  thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear, 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, — 
The  sign  of  cov'nant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

Oh,  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 
Remember  all  the  pray'rs  and  tears, 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 
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WORSHIP.  304. 

And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 

Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wand'rers  to  thy  fold  restore. 

HYMN  304.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Bath.     Armley. 
Wheat  and  tares.     Matt.  xiii.  37 — 42. 

THO'  in  the  earthly  church  below, — 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow ; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 

Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 

To  recollect  their  stations  here  ? 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 

How  long  among  the  wheat  they  grew ! 

Oh  !  this  will  aggravate  their  case  ! 
They  perish  under  means  of  grace ; 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death.  • 

We  seem  alike  w^hen  thus  we  meet, — 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat ; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends  ; 
Others,  the  Lord  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsel  to  fulfil. 

But  tho'  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long  ; 
In  harvest  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

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305, 306.  worship, 

HYMN  305.     8,  7,  4.     Newton-, 

Jordan.      Littleton. 
Prayer  for  a  Revival.     Ps.  lxxxv.  6. 

1  £<  AVI  OUR,  visit  thy  plantation : 
^3  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power  ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

HYMN  306.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Derby.     Carthage.     Darwent. 
Ezek.  xxxvi.  37. 

1  ^iOME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
\_y  And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love ; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 

And  let  thy  God-like  pow'r  be  known. 

2  Speak,  Thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes, 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise  ; 

While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne, 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 
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worship.  307, 308. 

3  Oh,  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
Num'rous  around  thy  temple  gate, 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be, 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

4  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  thy  church  arise ; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 

HYMN  307.     L.  M. 

Chatham.     New  Hundredth. 

1  A    Sin  soft  silence,  vernal  show'rs 

f\    Descend  and  cheer  the  fainting  flow'rs ; 
So  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 
Falls  the  sweet  influ'nce  from  above. 

2  May  we  this  heav'nly  influ'nce  find, 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 

And  every  grace  maintain  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  the  rich  perfume  : 

3  And  lands  beneath  the  burning  sky, 
Which  now  are  desolate  and  dry, 
Ere  long  the  blest  effusions  share, 
And  sudden  greens  and  herbage  wear. 

HYMN  308.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Limerick.     Darwent.    Armley. 
Beholding   transgressors.     Ps.  cxix.  158. 

1  ^JEE  human  nature  sunk  in  shame : 
►^  See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name ; 
The  Father  wounded  thro'  the  Son ; 
The  world  abus'd,  the  soul  undone. 

2  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Closing  in  everlasting  night ; 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 

Kindled  by  sin  the  source  of  wo. 

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309,  310.  worship. 

3  My  God;  I  feel  the  mournful  scene  ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame. 

4  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves  ; 
Thy  own  all-saving-  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

HYMN  309.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Geneva.     Green's  Hundredth. 
Vision  of  the  dry  bones.     Ezek.  xxxvii.  3. 

1  T    OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 

1  J  See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie ; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live  ? 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  I — 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  knowu ; 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain  ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death : 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  pow'rful  voice  ; 
They  move — they  waken — they  rejoice. 

HYMN  310.     C.  M.     Davis. 

Braintree.     Barby.     Rochester. 
J3s  the  Rain,  $c.     Isa.  lv.  10,  11. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  genial  showers  descend 
-D  Upon  the  fruitful  field  ; 
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WORSHIP.  311,312 


What  blessings  in  their  train  attend, 
What  kind  effects  thej  yield. 

2  'Tis  God  himself  the  ground  prepares, 

His  Spirit  sows  the  land ; 
And  ev'ry  pleasant  fruit  it  bears, 
Is  nurtur'd  by  his  hand. 

3  In  vain  the  husbandman  would  toil, 

And  scatter  seed  in  vain ; 
Did  not  the  Lord  refresh  the  soil, 
With  gentle  show'rs  of  rain. 

4  Spirit  of  influence !  now  descend 

Like  rain  upon  the  ground ! 
Thro'  the  wide  world  the  gospel  send, 
And  make  its  fruits  abound. 

HYMN  311.      L.  M. 

Luther's  Hymn.     Nantwick, 

OSUN  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes, 
And  souls  awake  to  life  divine. 

On  all  around  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heav'nly  dew,  or  copious  show'rs, 

That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend  ; 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

HYMN  312.     H.  M.     Scott. 

Allerton.       Eagle  Street.       Weymouth. 

1   d^\  IRD  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 

\JT  Ascend  thy  conqu'ring  car, 

While  justice,  truth  and  love, 

Maintain  the  holy  war ; 

Victorious  thou,  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 

And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

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313.  WORSHIP. 

2  Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 

With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart : 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
Num'rous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

3  Then  shall  the  spacious  earth 

Beneath  thy  sceptre  bend  ; 

And  peace  her  olive-branch, 

And  balmy  wings  extend  : 
The  dews  of  heav'n  enrich  the  ground, 
And  Paradise  shall  bloom  around. 

HYMN  313.     L  M.     Strong. 

Kingsbridge.      Armley. 
Prayer  for  opjjosers  of  revivals. 

1  "DLEST  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  scorn 
-D  Of  those  who  hate  and  mock  our  praise  ; 
Pity  their  state  and  make  them  turn, 

No  more  to  walk  in  sinful  ways. 

2  Anxious  we  see  their  wretched  state, 
Who  never  think  of  heav'n  or  hell ; 
They  laugh  and  sport  and  court  the  gate, 
Which  opes  where  endless  terrors  dwell. 

3  Lead  them  to  view  a  sinful  heart, 
A  soul  all  enmity  to  thee, 
Destroy'd,  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part, 
Too  proud  to  bow,  too  blind  to  see. 

4  Lead  them  to  view  a  holy  law-, 
Which  justly  dooms  to  endless  death, 
To  feel  that  guilt  which  Jesus  saw, 

And  pray'd  '  Forgive/  with  dying  breath. 

5  Open  their  eyes,  unstop  their  ears, 
To  hear  condemning  justice  sound ; 

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WORSHIP.  314. 

Lord,  change  their  hearts  and  then  their  tears 
Will  witness  grief  to  all  around. 

6  Once  we  were  blind,  like  them  we  strove, 
'Till  sov'reign  mercy  chang'd  our  ways  ; 
Lord,  bow  their  wills,  and  make  them  love, 
Then  they  will  join  our  scngs  of  praise. 

HYMN  314.     8s. 

Uxbridge.     Lambeth. 

1  A   LL  glory  to  God  in  the  sky, 

/%,  And  peace  upon  earth  be  restored  : 
O  Jesus,  exalted  on  high, 

Appear  our  omnipotent  Lord  ! 
Who,  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 

Didst  stoop  to  redeem  a  lost  race, 
Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return, 

And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace. 

2  Oh,  wouldst  thou  again  be  made  known, 

Again  in  thy  Spirit  descend, 
And  set  up,  in  each  of  thine  own, 

A  kingdom  that  never  shall  end ! 
Thou  only  art  able  to  bless, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  cease, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  sway. 

3  Come  then  to  thy  servants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearing  to  know  ; 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign 

In  mercy  establish  below  : 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 

We  all  shall  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  love  with  affection  like  thine. 

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315,  316.  worship. 

HYMN  315.     C.  M.     Newton. 

St.  Ann's.     Barby. 
For  Christian  conference. 

1  ^"WLORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
V^For  here  we  trust  thou  nrt ! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire, 

To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  wTalls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell : 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  pray'rs  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  sinners  all  around 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

HYMN  316.     L.  M.     B . 

Portugal.     Blend  on. 
Rom.  viii.     14. 

OME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above, 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 

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WORSHIP.  317. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  ev'ry  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way  ; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  : 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  Jet  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd  : 
Lead  us  to  heav'n,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

HYMN  317.      L.  M.     Fawcett. 

Portugal.      Sabbaoth 
Beginning  of  w or ship. 

HY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford — 


T 


Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above  ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 

And  satis fy'd  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sov'reign  power  and  energy  ; 
And  may  we  in  true  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

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318,  319.  worship. 

HYMN  318.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Rothwell.     Wells.    Shoel. 
Prayer  for  the  presence  of  Christ. 

1  ~W    ORD,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace, 
JlJ  Thy  saints  behold  thy  smiling  face  ; 
And  oft  have  seen  thy  glories  shine 
With  pow'r  and  majesty  divine  : 

2  But  soon,  alas  !  thy  absence  mourn, 
And  pray,  and  wish  thy  kind  return ; 
Without  thy  life -in  spiring  light, 
'Tis  all  a  scene  of  gloomy  night. 

3  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  children  cry, 
Our  graces  droop,  our  comforts  die  ; 
Return,  and  let  thy  glories  rise 
Again,  to  our  admiring  eyes  ; 

4  Till  fill'd  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 

And  heav'n  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 

HYMN  319.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Bray.     Colchester. 

1  i^i  OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart. 
^^  Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 

And  let  the  joys  of  heav'n  impart 
Their  influ'nce  to  our  song. 

2  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise,    • 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here. 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heav'n  on  earth  appear. 
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worship.  320,  321 

HYMN  320.     L.  M.     Tappan. 

Armley.     Darwent. 

1  '     TOLY  be  this,  as  was  the  place, 

|    I    To  him  of  Padan-aram  known, 
Where  Abram's  God  reveal'd  his  face, 
And  caught  the  pilgrim  to  the  throne. 

2  Oh,  how  transporting  was  the  glow 

That  thrill'd  his  bosom,  mix'd  with  fear : 
"  Lo,  the  Eternal  walks  below, 
The  Highest  tabernacles  here  !" 

3  Be  ours,  when  faith  and  hope  grow  dim, 

The  glories  which  the  Patriarch  saw  ; 
And  when  we  faint,  may  we,  like  him, 
Fresh  vigor  from  the  vision  draw. 

4  Heav'ns  lightning  hover'd  o'er  his  head, 

And  fLash'd  new  splendors  on  his  view ; 
Break  forth,  Oh  Sun  !  and  freely  shed 
Glad  rays  upon  our  Bethel  too. 

HYMN  321.     L.  M.     Pa  t  II, 

1  T  I  IIS  ours  to  sojourn  in  a  waste, 

1      Barren  and  cold  as  Shinar's  ground  ; 
No  fruits  of  Eschol  charm  the  taste, 
No  streams  of  Meribah  are  found. — 

2  But  thou  canst  bid  the  desert  bud, 

"With  more  than  Sharon's  rich  displav; 
But  thou  canst  bid  the  cooling  flood, 
Gush  from  the  rock  and  cheer  the  way. 

3  We  tread  the  path  thy  people  trod, 

Alternate  sunshine,  bitter  tears  ; 
Go  Thou  before,  and  with  thy  rod 
Divide  the  Jordan  of  our  fears. 

4  Be  ours  the  song  of  triumph  giv'n, 

Angelic  themes  to  lips  of  clay  ; 

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322,  323.  worship. 

And  ours  the  holy  harp  of  heav'n, 
Whose  strain  dissolves  the  soul  away. 
HYMN  322.     L.  M.     Watts. 

More  ton.     Portugal. 

1  XT' AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  be  gone, 
■*-     Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; — 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

HYMN  323.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

Bray.    Newmark.    St.  Martin's. 

1  TTN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 

H    To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
Oh,  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Thy  face  and  fa^or,  Lord,  we  seek, 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise — to  hear, 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners  now  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdu'd  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 
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worship.         324,  325,  326. 
HYMN  324.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Sterling.      Bath. 

i  " ;  TAPPY  the  saints  whose  lot  is  cast, 
1    I    Where  oft  is  heard  the  gospel  sound ; 
The  word  is  pleasant  to  their  taste, 
A  healing  balm  for  ev'ry  wound. 
2  With  joj  they  hasten  to  the  place, 

Where  they  their  Saviour  oft  have  met, 
And  while  they  feast  upon  his  grace, 
Their  burdens  and  their  griefs  forget. 
2  This  favor'd  lot,  my  friends,  is  ours  ; 
May  we  the  privilege  improve, 
And  find  these  consecrated  hours, 
Sweet  earnests  of  the  joys  above. 

HYMN  325.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Blendon.     Leyden. 
On  opening  a  place  of  worship, 

1  d^i  REAT  God,  we  to  thine  honor  raise 
\JT  These  walls  to  echo  forth  thy  praise  ; 
Do  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 

With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train, 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

3  And,  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

HYMN  326.     8,  7,  4.     Rippon. 

Littleton.     Jordan.    Tamworth. 
Dismission. 

1  T    ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing — 
I  J  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
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327,  328,  worship. 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing; 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

Oh,  refresh  us  ! 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  giv'n, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heav'n, 

Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 
May  we,  ready, 
Kise  and  reign  in  endless  day  ! 

HYMN  327.    L.  M.     Hart. 

Chatham.     Portugal. 

1  TjTklSMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord — 

1  W   Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Tho'    we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good — 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  328.     8s.     Hart. 

Dismission.     Lambeth. 

1  rjn HIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

1      Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend ; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end  ; 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
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worship.  329,  330. 

We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past. 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN  329.     S.  M.     Hart. 

Cambridge.     Sicily. 

1  ^""^NCE  more,  before  we  part, 
\J  We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name, 
Record  his  mercies,  every  heart ; 

Sing,  every  tongue,  the  same. 

2  Receive  his  sacred  word, 

And  feed  thereon  and  grow  ; 

Go  on  to  seek,  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practice  what  you  know. 

HYMN  330.     C.  M. 

Colchester.    Barby.     Braintree. 
Num.  vi.  25,  26, 

1  "Ijl  TERN AL  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Jt_J  Display  thy  beams  divine  ; 
Now  may  the  glory  of  thy  face 

Upon  our  darkness  shine. 

2  Light,  in  thy  light,  Oh,  may  we  see — 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove — 
Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  blessed  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love. 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  each  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
His  Father  reconcil'd. 

4  On  us  the  blessing  now  bestow, 

The  joy  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Sweet  peace  and  holiness  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

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331,   332.      THE  SINNER  AWAXENE0, 

HYMN  331.     6,  4.     Hill's  Col. 

Bermondsey.     Bridgeton. 

1  g^i  LORY  to  God  on  high, 
\JT  Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply, 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
Angels  his  love  adore, 
"Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
And  saints  sing,  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

2  Ye,  who  surround  the  throne, 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  ! 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood, 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad ; 

"Worthy  the  Lamb." 

3  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  I 
Still  will  we  tribute  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 


THE    SINNER   AWAKENED 
HYMN  332.     L.  M.     Strong. 

Kingsbridge.      Armley. 

1  A   LAS,  alas,  how  blind  I've  been, 
_f\    How  little  of  myself  I've  seen  I 
Sportive  I  sail'd  the  sensual  tide, 
Thoughtless  of  God,  whom  I  defy'd. 

2  Oft  have  I  heard  of  heav'n  and  hell, 
Where  bliss  and  wo  eternal  dwell ; 

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THE    SINNER    AWAKENED.  333. 

But  mock'd  the  threats  of  truth  divine, 
And  scorn'd  the  place  where  angels  shine. 

3  My  heart  has  long  refus'd  the  blood 
Of  Jesus,  the  descending  God ; 
And  guilty  passion  boldly  broke 

The  holy  law  which  heav'n  had  spoke. 

4  Th'  alluring  world  control'd  my  choice  ; 
When  conscience  spake,  I  hush'd  its  voice ; 
Securely  laugh'd  along  the  road, 

Which  hapless  millions  first  had  trod. 

5  But  now  th'  Almighty  God  comes  near 
And  fills  my  soul  with  awful  fear — 
Perhaps  I  sink  to  endless  pain, 

Nor  hear  the  voice  of  joy  again. 

HYMN  333.     L.  M.     Hyde. 

Blendon.     Armley.     Warwick. 
My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive.     Gen.  vi.  3. 

1  ^1  AY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
J^  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 

And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  : 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find, 

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334,  335.       THE    SINNER   AWAKENED. 


God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 

May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 
Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 

Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

HYMN  334.     C.  M. 

Walsal.      Buckingham. 

1  A   ND  does  the  Spirit  kindly  move 
f\    To  wake  my  drowsy  heart ; 

And  shall  I  slight  and  grieve  his  love, 
And  bid  him  hence  depart  ? 

2  Shall  I  the  tempter's  voice  believe, 

And  still  refuse  to  pray, 
And  thus  the  Holy  Spirit  grieve, 
And  bid  him  go  his  wray  ? — 

3  This  solemn  warning,  once  receiv'd, 

I  dare  no  longer  slight ; 
The  Holy  Spirit  often  griev'd, 
May  take  his  final  flight. 

HYMN  3^5.     S.  M.     Hyde. 

Shirland.      St.  Thomas. 
Grieve  not  the  Spirit.     Eph.  iv.  30. 

1  \  ND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
■£*-  The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 

And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest  1 

3  To-day  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
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THE    SINNER   AWAKENED.      336,  337. 

To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

But,  grace  so  dearly  bought, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom  with  vengeance  fraught, 

Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

HYMN  336.      C.  M. 

Elgin.     Martyr's.     Aldridge. 
What  must  I  do  ? 

1  1%/M"Y  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 

1 T I    If  I  attempt  to  pray, 
The  tempter  tells  me  yet  to  wait, 
Or  frights  my  soul  away. 

2  In  painful  doubt  what  course  to  try, — 

I  fear  this  long  delay, — 
And  must  I  linger  here  and  die, 
Asham'd  to  ask  the  way  ? 

3  Ye  Christian  pilgrims,  can  ye  tell 

A  stranger  to  the  road, 
The  way  that  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
To  find  a  pard'ning  God  ? 

HYMN  337.     C.  M.     Hyde. 

Bangor.     Windsor. 

1  AH,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 
r\_  With  all  my  guilt  opprest ! 

I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law 

Does  all  my  life  condemn ; 
The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  fear  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone, 

I  never  can  recall ; 

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338,  339.      THE    SINNER   AWAKENED. 

And  Oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimprov'd  them  all ! 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

Of  Jesus,  and  of  heav'n  ; 
Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  his  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiv'n  ! 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace  ; 
For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break, 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise. 

HYMN  338.     C.  M. 

Standish.      Buckingham. 
Hardness  of  heart. 

1  f|  1HE  voice,  that  bids  us  all  repent, 

1     I  hear  with  terror  oft : 
But  never  wil]  this  heart  relent, 
Till  Jesus  make  it  soft. 

2  The  charming  voice  of  bleeding  love 

I  hear  from  lips  divine  ; 
Yet  melting  strains  can  never  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

3  Almighty  God,  do  thou  renew 

This  sinful  heart  of  stone  ; 
Sweetly  my  stubborn  will  subdue — 
Conform  it  to  thine  own. 

HYMN  339.     L.  M.     Hart. 

Bath.     Moreton. 

1  /"\H,  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day 
\J  To  take  the  stubborn  stone  away ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  sea  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake  ; 

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THE    SINNER  AWAKENED.  340 

Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign; 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrow  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt, 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  pow'r  divine  can  do  the  deed, 
And  much  to  feel  that  pow'r  I  need  ; — 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  and  refine, 

And  move,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

HYMN  340.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Martyr's.      Lucan. 
Belshazzar.     Dan.  v.  5,  6. 

1  iJOOR  sinners !  little  do  they  think 
1      With  whom  they  have  to  do  ! 

They  stand  securely  on  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo. 

2  Chaldea's  king,  profanely  bold, 

The  Lord  of  hosts  defy'd; 
But  vengeance  soon  his  boasts  control'd, 
And  humbled  all  his  pride. 

3  He  saw  a  hand  upon  the  wall, 

And  trembled  on  his  throne, 
Which  wrote  his  sudden,  dreadful  fall, 
In  characters  unknown. 

4  His  pomp  and  music,  guests  and  wine, 

No  more  delight  afford : 
O  sinner,  ere  this  case  be  thine, 
Begin  to  seek  the  Lord. 

5  The  law,  like  this  hand-writing,  stands, 

And  speaks  the  wrath  of  God ; 
But  Jesus  answers  its  demands, 
And  cancels  it  with  blood. 

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341,  342.  THE  SINNER  AWAKENED. 


HYMN  341.     C.  M.     Strong. 

Wantage.     Standish. 
The  sinner's  complaint. 

1  T    ONG  have  I  walk'd  this  dreary  road, 
JLjJ  Beset  with  darkness  round ; 

Nor  seen,  nor  heard  a  smiling  God, 
Nor  one  bright  moment  found. 

2  Others,  who  once  did  join  my  speech, 

And  mourn'd  in  painful  lay, 
Now,  mounting  up  with  rapture,  stretch 
To  seize  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Far  left  behind  to  feel  my  wo, 

With  harden'd  heart  to  groan, 
Each  pray'r,  each  struggle  sinks  me  low, 
Each  breath  repeats  my  moan. 

4  The  lengthen'd  day,  the  gloomy  night, 

Draw  fast  the  bands  of  grief : 
Sometimes  despair  o'erclouds  my  sight, 
And  says,  "  There's  no  relief." 

5  Then  conscience  thunders,  Sinai  flames — 

I  try  again  to  rise  ; 
The  trial  fails,  and  conscience  blames 
My  pray'rs,  my  tears,  my  cries. 

6  'Tis  thus  perplex'd,  forlorn,  and  lost, 

I  spend  my  weary  days  ; 
No  Jesus  comes,  my  hopes  are  crost, 
While  others  sing,  and  praise. 

HYMN  342.     L.  M.     Strong. 

Limehouse.     Wells. 
GocVs  answer. 

1   ^INNER,  behold,  I've  heard  thy  groan, 
^5  I  know  thy  heart,  thy  life  I've  known  ; 
I've  seen  thy  hope  from  grace  proclaim'd, 
Thy  trembling  fear  when  Sinai  flam'd. 
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THE  SINNER  AWAKENED.  343, 

2  To  me,  the  mighty  God,  attend, 
In  me,  behold  the  sinner's  friend ; 
'Twas  I  who  gave  thy  conscience  voice, 
Thou  hast  oppos'd  by  sinful  choice. 

3  Think  not  to  bribe  my  sov'reign  grace, 
Nor  move  me  by  a  sorrowing  face  ; 
'Tis  thine  own  heart  makes  grace  delay, 
And  hides  a  pard'ning  glorious  day. 

4  Mov'd  by  thy  fear,  and  not  by  love, 
Thy  daily  pray'rs  are  sent  above ; 
Thou  hast  not  wish'd  my  will  to  meet, 
Nor  lain  submissive  at  my  feet. 

5  Should  thy  proud  will  at  length  submit, 
With  holy  sorrow  deeply  smit, 

Thy  voice  would  be  the  first  to  say, 
I'm  glorious  in  this  long  delay. 

6  Stay,  sinner,  cease  my  grace  to  chide, 
Nor  think  thy  moan  such  sin  can  hide, 
Delay  no  more,  repent  and  live, 

Or  meet  the  death  my  wrath  must  give. 

HYMN  343.     H.  M 

Eagle  Street.     Bethesda. 
Who  can  tell  ?     Jonah  iii.  9. 

1  |^1  RE  AT  God  to  thee  I  make 
%JT  My  sins  and  sorrows  known  ; 
And  with  a  trembling  heart 

Approach  thine  awful  throne  ; 
Tho'  by  my  sins  deserving  hell, 
I  must  repent — for  who  can  tell  1 — 

2  O  thou,  who  by  a  word 

My  drooping  soul  canst  cheer, 
And  by  thy  Spirit  form 
Thy  glorious  image  there — 
My  heart  subdue,  my  fears  dispel, 
I  must  repent — for  who  can  tell  1 — 

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344.  CONVICTION. 

3  While  conscience  thunders  loud, 

To  thee  alone  I  fly — 
Fall  down  before  thy  face — 

And  mightily  will  cry — 
Tho'  fears  prevail  that  I  shall  dwell 
In  endless  flames — yet  who  can  tell  ? 

4  God  hath  an  ear  to  hear, 

While  I've  a  heart  to  pray — 
To  him  I  will  submit, 

And  give  myself  away  : 
If  he  be  mine,  all  will  be  well, 
For  ever  so — and  who  can  tell  1 


CONVICTION. 


HYMN  344.     S.  M.     Cowper. 

Bridgeport.     Wirks  worth. 

1  1%/B~Y  former  hopes  are  fled, 
JlTJL     My  terror  now  begins  ; 
I  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom ; 
But  sure,  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 
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conviction.  345,  346. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

HYMN  345.     S.  M.     Topiady. 

Shirland.     St.  Thomas. 
The  heart.     Jer.  xvii.  9.     Matt.  xv.  19. 

1  A    STONISH'D  and  distress'd, 
f\    I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; 

My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  opprest, 
The  seat  of  ev'ry  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 
Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 

HYMN  346.      L.  M. 

Carthage.     Darwent.     . 

1  d~\H,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
\J  Oh,  that  I  could  at  last  submit ! 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find — 

Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
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847,  348.  conviction 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin,, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

HYMN  347.     S.  ML    Newton, 

Guilford.     Little  Marlboro'. 

1  #^k  LORD,  how  vile  am  I, 
V^F  Unholy  and  unclean ! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 

With  such  a  load  of  sin ! 

2  Is  this  polluted  heart 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  ? 
Swarming,  alas !  in  ev'ry  part, 
What  evils  do  I  see  ! 

3  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 

And  raise  my  soul  on  high, 
My  thoughts  are  hurry 'd  fast  away, 
For  sin  is  ever  nigh. 

4  If  in  thy  word  I  look, 

Such  darkness  fills  my  mind, 
I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
But  no  relief  can  find. 

5  Thy  gospel  oft  I  hear, 

But  hear  it  still  in  vain  : 
Without  desire,  or  love,  or  fear, 
Harden'd  I  still  remain. 

6  And  must  I  then  indeed 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didst  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 

HYMN  348.      C.  M. 

Dundee.     Barby. 
Luke   vii.  37  —  50. 

1  T3EH0LD  the  tears  that  Mary  shed— 
■D   Her  many  sins  forgiv'n ! 
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CONVICTION.  349. 

Her  doubts  and  darkness  all  are  fled, 
In  peaceful  hope  of  heav'n. 

2  When  o'er  the  Saviour's  feet  in  pray'r 

She  pour'd  a  flood  of  grief, 
And  dry'd  them  with  her  flowing  hair, 
How  soon  she  found  relief! 

3  Say,  burden'd  soul,  whose  num'rous  sins 

In  dark  array  are  set ; 
What  canst  thou  do  to  mitigate 
The  terrors  of  thy  debt? 

4  Canst  thou  not  love  the  friend  who  died 

That  burden  to  assume  ? 
Who  shrunk  not  from  the  crown  of  thorns, 
The  scourge — the  cross — the  tomb  ? 

5  If  heavy  is  thy  weight  of  guilt, 

Thy  love  must  greater  be — 
Then  He,  whose  blood  for  man  was  spilt, 
Will  shed  his  peace  on  thee. 

HYMN  349.     C.  M.     Haweis. 

St.  Ann's.      Tempest. 
God  our  hiding-place.     Ps.  xxxii.  7. 

1  X\7HEN  low'ring  clouds  deform  the  sky, 

*  *     And  darkness  thickens  round, 
Sudden  the  forked  lightnings  fly, 
Loud  thunders  rock  the  ground  : 

2  The  howling  blasts,  impetuous,  sweep 

The  desolated  plain ; 
The  frighted  beasts  to  covert  creep ; 
Home  flies  the  trembling  swain  ! 

3  But  louder  thunders  o'er  my  head, 

My  heart  with  terror  fill ; 

And  storms  of  wrath  divine  I  dread, 

Which  soul  and  body  kill ! 

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350.  CONVICTION. 

4  See,  on  the  whirlwind's  rapid  wing", 

The  King  of  terrors  ride, 
And  with  him  desolation  bring ! 
Myself  where  can  I  hide  ? 

5  "  Haste,  sinner !  haste,"  the  Saviour  cry'd, 

"  Behold  my  wounded  form ! 
The  cleft  of  my  deep-pierced  side 
Shall  hide  thee  from  the  storm." 
HYMN  350.     7s. 

Magdalen.     Pastoral  Duet. 
Matt.  xi.  28. 

1  d^i  OME,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 
\^y  All,  who  feel  your  heavy  load  ; 
Jesus  calls  the  wand'rers  home ; 

Hasten  to  your  pard'ning  God, 
Come,  ye  guilty  souls  opprest, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call : 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 

Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

2  Jesus, — full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  thy  kindest  call  obey, 
Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away, 
Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 

Weary  of  a  wretched  life. 

3  Burden'd  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burden'd  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burden'd  with  this  unbelief, 

Burden'd  with  the  wrath  of  God, 
Lo  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  thou  art ; 
Now  our  weary  souls  release, 

Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart* 
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conviction.  351, 352. 

HYMN  351.     7s.     Newton. 

Middleton.     Hotham.. 
Sin  bewailed. 

1  jT^i  OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
^y  Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 

Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begiu  ; 
Lord !  remove  this  load  of  sin ! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  sov'reign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HYMN  352.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Windsor.     ►Standish. 
Prayer  for  spiritual  healing. 

THOU  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 
To  thee  I  bring  my  case ; 
My  raging  malady  control, 

And  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 
Help  me  to  state  my  whole  complaint ; 

But  where  shall  I  begin? 
Nor  words,  nor  thoughts  can  fully  paint 

That  worst  distemper — sin. 
It  lies  not  in  a  single  part, 

But  thro'  my  soul  is  spread ; 
And  all  the  affections  of  my  heart 
By  sin  are  captive  led. 

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353, 354.  conviction. 

4  A  thousand  evil  thoughts  intrude, 

Tumultuous  in  my  breast ; 
Which  indispose  me  for  my  food, 
And  rob  me  of  my  rest. 

5  Thou  great  Physician  hear  my  cry. 

And  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
Let  not  a  trembling  sinner  die, 
Who  longs  to  live  to  thee. 

HYMN  353.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

York.     Walsal. 

1  "       |  E  AL  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand, 

1    1    Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch  ; 
To  wounded  souls  stretch  forth  thine  hand. 
Blest  Saviour  we  are  such. 

2  Remember  him  who  once  apply'd, 

With  trembling  for  relief; 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears,  he  cry'd, 
"  Oh,  help  my  unbelief." 

3  She  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole, 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

4  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come. 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may ; 
Oh,  send  us  not  despairing  home, 
Send  none  unheal'd  away. 

HYMN  354.     C.  M.     Brown. 

Bangor.     Wantage. 
Shiners  pleading  for  mercy. 

1  T    ORD,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
JLi  And  knock  at  mercy's  door ; 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye$ 

Thy  favor  we  implore. 
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CONVICTION.  355. 

2  Without  thy  grace,  we  sink  opprest 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Oh,  give  our  troubled  spirit  rest, 
Our  gloomy  fears  dispel. 

3  'Tis  mercy,  mercy  we  implore  ; 

Oh,  may  thy  bowels  move  : 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 
1  In  mercy  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Our  many  sins  forgive  ; 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break, 
And  breaking  soon  relieve. 

5  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend, 
And  thy  dominion  own ; 
Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 
To  repossess  thy  throne. 
HYMN  355.     8,  7.     Turner. 

Sicilian  Hymn.      Love  Divine. 

1  TESUS,  full  of  all  compassion. 
^P    Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation, 

See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief — 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting — 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 

4  Sav'd — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Thro'  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptur'd  with  thy  love. 


356,  357.  conviction. 

HYMN  356.     L.  M.     Parnell. 

Brunswick.     Putney. 

1  W^JlTITH  kind  compassion  hear  my  cry, 

f  f     O  Jesus,  Lord  of  life,  on  high  ! 
And  on  thy  servant's  drooping  head, 
The  dews  of  blessings  sweetly  shed. 

2  Change  all  my  sad  complaints  to  ease, 
To  cheerful  notes  of  endless  praise  ; 
A  sense  of  pard'ning  favor  give, 
And  raise  my  mind  and  bid  me  live. 

3  My  fears  of  danger  while  I  breathe, 
My  dread  of  endless  hell  beneath, 
My  sense  of  sorrow  for  my  sin, 

To  springing  comfort  change  within. 

4  Be  not  to  me  a  Judge  severe, 

For  so  thy  presence  who  can  bear  ? 
But  Oh,  regard  my  mournful  cry, 
And  look  with  mercy's  gracious  eye. 

5  Then  grant,  O  Lord,  that  I  may  burn 
To  make  my  Saviour  some  return  ; 
And  be  my  heart  inspir'd  to  rise, 

On  wings  of  love  to  yonder  skies. 

HYMN  357.     L.  M. 

Armley.     Surry. 
A  sinner  submitting  to  God. 

1  ~W~^"7"EARY  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 

j  y      Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease — 
God  that  creates  must  seal  my  peace  ; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless  thy  sov'reign  grace  I  share, 

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CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.      358,  359. 

Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal ; 
I  see  my  sin,  but  do  not  feel ; 
Nor  shall  I  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow  ; 
'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive  ; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  resign, — 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal  is  thine. 

HYMN  358.     L.  M.     Cruttenden. 

Kingsbridge.      Darwent. 

I  OWN  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess  ; 
Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more  ? 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 
Were  the  black  list  before  my  sight, 

While  I  remember  thou  hast  dy'd, 
'Twill  only  urge  my  speedier  flight, 

To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side. 
Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  cast  me  down, 

To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear, 
And,  if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne, 

I'll  be  the  first  who  perish'd  there. 


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HYMN  359.     C.  M.     Strong. 

Wantage.     Martyr's, 
Slain  and  reviving.      Rom.  vii.  9. 

MOTE  by  the  law,  I'm  justly  slain ; 
Great  God,  behold  my  case  ; 
Pity  a  sinner  fill'd  with  pain, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face. 

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360.  CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION. 

2  Dread  terrors  fright  my  guilty  soul — 

Thy  justice,  all  in  flames, 
Gives  sentence  on  this  heart  so  foul, 
So  hard,  so  full  of  crimes. 

3  'Tis  trembling  hardness  that  I  feel ; 

I  fear,  but  don't  relent, — 
Perhaps  of  endless  death  the  seal : 
Oh,  that  I  could  repent ! 

4  My  pray'rs,  my  tears,  my  vows  are  vile  ; 

My  duties  black  with  guilt ; 
On  such  a  wretch  can  mercy  smile, 
Tho'  Jesus'  blood  was  spilt  1 

5  Speechless  I  sink  to  endless  night, 

I  see  an  op'ning  hell ; 
But  lo  !  what  glory  strikes  my  sight ! 
Such  glory  who  can  tell ! 

6  Enrapt  in  these  bright  beams  of  peace, 

I  feel  a  gracious  God : 
Swell,  swell  the  note  :  Oh,  tell  his  grace  ; 
,  Sound  his  high  praise  abroad  ! 

HYMN  360.     8,  7,  4. 

Tamworth.     Jordan.     Littleton. 
The  surrender. 

1  "1T7ELC0ME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 

▼  *    Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 
Ev'ry  pow'r  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Thro'  eternal  ages  thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near — 

Shout,  O  Zion ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here  ! 
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CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.      361,  362. 

HYMN  361.     L.  M.     Livingstone. 

Luther's  Hymn.     Bath. 
Conviction  and  conversion.     Ps.  cvii.  17 — 20. 

1  rriHE  sinner's  flatt'ring  dreams  are  fled, 

1      Destruction  hovers  o'er  his  head; 
And  conscience  throws  her  darts  around, 
And  poison  rankles  in  each  wound. 

2  Despair  and  death  his  heart  assail, 
And  all  his  hopes  of  comfort  fail ; 
Till,  deeply  humbled  in  the  dust, 
He  owns  his  punishment  is  just. 

3  Then  Penitence  beside  him  stands, 
With  brow  severe,  but  healing  hands  ; 
The  wounds  she  probes,  the  balm  applies, 
To  heav'n  directs  the  mourner's  sighs. 

4  To  heav'n  his  streaming  eyes  he  rears, 
And  Mercy's  radiant  form  appears ; 
She  whispers  peace  and  hope  within, 
His  sorrows  cease — his  joys  begin. 

HYMN  362.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

Buckingham.     Wantage. 
The  Jailor.      Acts  xvi.  30,  31. 

WHAT  must  I  do,"  the  jailor  cries, 
"  To  save  my  sinking  soul  V 
:  Believe  in  Christ,"  the  word  replies, 
"  Thy  faith  shall  make  thee  whole." 
Our  works  are  all  the  works  of  sin, 

O  ur  nature  quite  deprav'd  : 
Jesus  alone  can  make  us  clean  ; — 

By  grace  are  sinners  sav'd. 
Come,  sinners,  then,  the  Saviour  trust, 
To  wash  you  in  his  blood ; 

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363,  364.  conviction  and  conversion. 

And  change  your  hearts,  subdue  your  lust, 
And  bring  you  home  to  God. 

HYMN  363.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Barby.     Mear. 
Heart  taken.     Lukexi21,22. 

1  FT1HE  castle  of  the  human  heart, 

■      Strong  in  its  native  sin, 

Is  guarded  well  in  every  part, 

By  him  who  dwells  within. 

2  For  Satan  there  in  arms  resides, 

And  calls  the  place  his  own  ; 
With  care  against  assaults  provides, 
And  rules  as  on  a  throne. 

3  But  Jesus,  stronger  far  than  he, 

In  his  appointed  hour, 
Appears  to  set  his  people  free 
From  the  usurper's  pow'r. 

4  "  This  heart  I  bought  with  blood,"  he  cries, 

"  And  now  it  shall  be  mine  ;" 
His  voice  the  strong  man  arm'd  dismays  ; 
He  knows  he  must  resign. 

5  In  spite  of  unbelief  and  pride, 

And  self  and  Satan's  art, 
The  gates  of  brass  fly  open  wide, 
And  Jesus  wins  the  heart. 

HYMN  364.     S.  M.  S. 

St.  Thomas.     Dover. 

1  "DKNEATH  the  pois'nous  dart 
-D  Of  Satan's  rage  I  fell- 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 

The  snares  of  death  and  hell ! 

2  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind  ; 
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CONVICTION   AND   CONVERSION.  365. 

I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

At  length,  to  God  I  cry'd ; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh ; 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 

Salvation  from  on  high. 
Oh,  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God  ! 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 

His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

HYMN  365.     8,  7.     Newton. 

Northampton  Chapel.     Sicilian  H. 
Bartimeus.     Mark  x.     48. 

MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David !" 
Thus  the  blind  Bartim'us  pray'd  ; 
"  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 

"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Tho'  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 
"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 

Folio w'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 
Oh  !  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around ; 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 

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366,    367.      CONVICTION    AND    CONVERStO^ 


6  "  Oh !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advis'd  by  me  I 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 
HYMN  366.     L.  M.     Newton, 

Blendon.     Bath. 
The  happy  change. 

1  '  f~N  sin  by  blinded  passions  led, 

1    In  search  of  fancied  good  we  range  ; 
The  paths  of  disappointment  tread, 
To  nothing  fix'd — but  love  of  change, 

2  But,  when  the  Holy  Ghost  imparts 
A  knowledge  of  the  Saviour's  love ; 
Our  wand'ring,  weary,  restless  hearts^ 
Are  then  renew'd,  no  more  to  rove. 

3  Now  a  new  principle  takes  place, 
Which  guides  and  animates  the  will ; 
This  love,  another  name  for  grace, 
Constrains  to  good  and  bars  from  ill. 

4  By  love's  pure  light  we  soon  perceive 
Our  noblest  bliss  and  proper  end ; 
And  gladly  ev'ry  idol  leave, 

To  love  and  serve  our  Lord  and  FriencL 

HYMN  367.     C.  P.  M.     Ockum. 

Ganges.     Chapel.     Willoughby. 

1  A   WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
J\    My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo." 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
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CONVICTION    AND   CONVERSION,  368, 

This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
^  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
And  whelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

3  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load ; 
Alas,  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,"'7 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  Death  and  Hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again,3' 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair, 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  gracious  Saviour  pass'd  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love, 

HYMN  368.      C.  M. 

Colchester.     Barbj. 
The  Prodigal.     Luke  xv.  11 — 24. 

THANKLESS— the  Prodigal  receives 
The  bounty  of  his  Sire, 
Rejoicing  only  in  the  hope 
To  have  his  own  desire. 
And  far  from  home,  in  climes  of  vice, 

He  joins  the  heedless  throng ; 
Begins  in  pleasure  to  rejoice, 

And  chants  the  mirthful  song. 
But  lo,  the  famine  coming  on, 
Now  dies  the  song  profane  ; — 

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369,  370.      CONVICTION  AND  conversion. 

The  youth  beholds  his  substance  gone, 

And  begs  the  husk  in  vain. 
4  The  terrors  of  the  world  to  come 

Have  struck  his  pleasures  dead — 
And  far  from  God — and  far  from  home, 

His  every  friend  has  fled. 

HYMN  369.     C.  M.     Part  II. 

Wantage.     Buckingham. 
Returning. 

1  ri  1HE  Prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 

1     From  folly  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  wand'rings  with  surprise  ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land ; 
While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return 

And  seek  my  Father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place. 

4  Far  off  He  saw  him  slowly  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn  ; 
The  Father  ran  with  arms  of  love 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Thro'  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around ; 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew ; 
The  Prodigal  is  found  ! 

HYMN  370.     CM.     Part  III.     H. 

Clarendon.     Barbj. 
1   1%/I~Y  soul ! — thy  hasty  censure  spare, 
_LYJL  Repress  the  bitter  tone, — 
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CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  371 

Forbear  thy  brother's  faults  to  judge, — 
And  watchful,  scan  thy  own. 

Hast  thou  th'  unwearied  gifts  of  heaven 

Beheld  with  thoughtless  pride  ? 
Ungratefully  their  blessings  shar'd, 

Or  madly  misapply'd  ? — 
In  the  "  far  country"  of  thy  sin, 

Hast  thou  perceiv'd  with  pain, 
The  evils  of  thy  wayward  course, 

And  sought  thy  God  again  1 
And  was  thy  penitence  receiv'd, 

And  was  the  rebel  lov'd  1 — 
Then,  with  the  Prodigal,  adore 

The  mercy  thou  hast  prov'd. 

HYMN  37L     S.  M. 

Shirland.    Orange.     Wirksworth. 
The  sinner  cured.      John  v.  2  —  9. 

1  "DESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
-D  Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  a  sinful  soul 

Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  The  voice  of  one  unknown, 

Advancing  where  he  lay, 
Bespoke  him  in  a  gentle  tone, 
And  thus  it  seem'd  to  say  : 

3  "  Pocr,  sinful,  dying  soul, 

Why  linger  here  and  die  ? 
Only  consent  to  be  made  whole, 
You  need  no  longer  lie. 

4  "  The  Saviour  passing  by, 

Well  knows  your  sinking  state, 
And  while  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh, 
The  sinner  need  not  wait." 

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372.  THE    CONVERT. 

5  That  voice  dispell'd  the  charm, 

His  fatal  slumbers  broke  ; 
He  saw  his  sins  with  fresh  alarm, 
And  fear'd  the  vengeful  stroke. 

6  Unable  to  endure, 

He  call'd  for  aid  divine — 
The  great  Physician  wrought  the  cure  ; 
That  guilty  soul  was  mine. 


THE    CONVERT. 
HYMN  372.     L.  M.     Tatlock. 

Suit  j.     Arm  ley. 

FAR  from  thy  fold,  O  God,  my  feet 
Once  mov'd  in  error's  devious  maze, 
Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 

Nor  sought  thy  face,  nor  lov'd  thy  ways. 

With  tend'rest  voice  thou  bad'st  me  flee 

The  paths  which  thou  could'st  ne'er  approve; 
And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee, 

With  cords  of  sweet,  eternal  love. 
Now  to  thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  fly, 

And  low  in  self-abasement  fall ; 
A  vile,  a  helpless  worm,  I  lie, 

And  thou,  my  God,  art  all  in  all. 
Dearer,  far  dearer  to  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  joys  that  earth  can  give  ; 
From  fame,  from  wealth,  from  friends  I'd  part, 

Beneath  thy  countenance  to  live. 
And  when,  in  smiling  friendship  drest, 

Death  bids  me  quit  this  mortal  frame, 
Gently  reclin'd  on  Jesus'  breast, 

My  latest  breath  shall  bless  his  name. 
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THE    CONVERT.  373. 

6  Then  my  imfetter'd  soul  shall  rise, 
And  soar  above  yon  starry  spheres, 
Join  the  full  chorus  of  the  skies, 

And  sing  thy  praise  thro'  endless  years. 

HYMN  373.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Clifford.     Bradford. 
Old  things  passed  away.     2  Cor.  v.  17. 

1  ~W   ET  carnal  minds  the  world  pursue, 
JL^I  It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 

Once,  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  fading  charms  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day, 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd  ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice — 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  flx'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ! 

6  Yes,  though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst, 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will ; 
For,  if  thou  hadst  not  lov'd  me  first, 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still. 

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374,  375.  THE    CONVERT. 

HYMN  374.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Kent.     Bath.     Truro. 

1  "T^TO  more  I  ask,  or  hope  to  find, 
JL  i  Delight  or  happiness  below  : 
Sorrow  may  well  possess  the  mind, 

That  feeds  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow. 

2  The  joy  that  fades  is  not  for  me, 
I  seek  immortal  joys  above  ; 
There,  glory  without  end  shall  be 
The  bright  reward  of  faith  and  love. 

3  Cleave  to  the  world,  ye  sordid  worms, 
Contented,  lick  your  native  dust ; 

But  God  shall  light,  with  all  his  storms, 
Against  the  idol  of  your  trust. 

HYMN  375.     S.  M.     Hammond. 

Nativity.      Peckham. 
Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  3. 

WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r ; 
Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart' 

Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 
Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 
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THE   CONVERT.  376,    377. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
HYMN  376.      C.  M. 

Clifford.     St  Martin's. 

OH,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 
My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim. 
To  spread  thro'  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 
JESUS,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 

His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 

Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiv'n  : 
Anticipate  our  heav'n  below, 

And  own  that  love  is  heav'n. 

HYMN  377.  C.  M.    Doddridge. 

York.  St.  Ann's. 
Returning  to  Zion.     Isa.  xxxv.  10. 

ING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliv'rer  shi£  : 

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378.  THE    CONVERT. 

Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  : 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  The  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  ev'ry  head  ; 
While  sorrows,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  lab'ring  up  the  hill. 

HYMN  378.    7s.     Cennick. 

Pilgrim's  Hymn.     Somerset.     Middleton. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
V_y  As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod, 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd,  go  on, 

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THE    CONVERT.  379,    380. 

5  Lord  !  submissive  make  us  go 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYMN  379.     L.  M.     Livingstone. 

Blendon.     Portugal. 
Ps.  ciii.   1 — 4. 

1  TVTY  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 
ItX  To  God  the  voice  of  grateful  praise  ; 
And  every  mental  power  combine, 

To  bless  his  attributes  divine. 

2  Deep  on  my  heart  let  mem'ry  trace 
His  acts  of  mercy  and  of  grace  ; 
Who,  with  a  Father's  tender  care, 
Sav'd  me  when  sinking  in  despair  : 

3  Gave  my  repentant  soul  to  prove 
The  joy  of  his  forgiving  love  ; 
Pour'd  balm  into  my  bleeding  breast, 
And  led  my  weary  feet  to  rest. 

HYMN  3S0.     8,  7.     Wingrove. 

Sicilian.     Love  Divine. 

1  '  |  JTAIL,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 

1    1    Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing  ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

2  Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heav'n, 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness ! 
Love  I  much  ?— I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

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381.  THE    CONVERT. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heav'n, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir  ; 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above ; 
While  astonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

6  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Love  I  much  % — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

HYMN  381.      L.  M.     Kelly. 

St.  Catharine's.    Portugal. 

L     |f  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far ; 
I    From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad  ; 
It  sooths  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear  : 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 
I  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice ; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice  ! 
\  Alas,  for  those  ! — the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more  ; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice  they  would  not  hear  before. 
:  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appear'd, 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss ; 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard, 

Than  mercy  utters  from  the  cross. 
But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That  if  I  differ  aught  from  those, 
'Tis  due  to  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
That  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 
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THE  CONVERT.  382,  383- 

HYMN  382.     C.  M.     Collyer. 

St.  Martin's.     Colchester. 
Herein  is  love.     1  John  iv.  10. 

YE  saints,  assist  me  in  my  song — 
Let  all  your  passions  move  ; 
To  Jesus  all  the  notes  belong — 

I  sing  redeeming  love. 
Opposing  spirits  'gainst  his  cross, 

Their  force  united  prove  ; 
But  quit  the  field  with  mighty  loss 

Crush'd  by  redeeming  love. 
Around  the  circle  of  his  friends 

His  tender  passions  move  ; 
And  while  he  liv'd  his  constant  theme 

Was  still  redeeming  love. 

Gently  he  rais'd  his  sacred  hands  ; 

Before  his  last  remove  : 
And  the  last  whispers  of  his  tongue, 

Sigh'd  forth  redeeming  love. 

Thro'  life's  wide  waste,  with  weary  feet, 

In  darkness  I  may  rove  ;. 
But  never  can  my  heart  forget 

Redeeming,  dying  love. 
Oh,  that  before  his  sacred  throne, 

I  all  its  sweets  may  prove  ; 
Still  as  my  pleasures  rise,  my  song 

Shall  be  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  383.    L.  M. 

Portugal.     Chatham. 

U  GROUNDED  by  a  frightful  gloom, 
And  dreading  fiercer  ills  to  come ; 
From  chains  of  wo,  and  haunts  of  vice, 
To  liberty  and  life  we  rise. 

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384.  THE  CONVERT. 

2  Thanks  to  the  hand  that  set  "as  free ; 
Eternal  Spirit,  thanks  to  thee  ! 
Whose  pow'r  resistless,  unconfin'd, 
Subdues  the  passions  of  the  mind. 

3  Religion  like  a  sun  appears, 

And  shines  upon  our  dawning  years  ; 
We  follow  still  the  guiding  ray, 
That  kindles  into  perfect  day. 

4  Conducted  safe  along  the  road, 

That  leads  to  peace — that  leads  to  God  ; 
With  active  feet,  with  ardent  eyes, 
We  seek  our  home  above  the  skies. 

5  Subdu'd  by  love,  and  taught  of  God 
Rejoicing  in  redeeming  blood, 

We  press  to  find  that  happy  shore, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  reign  no  more. 
HYMN   384.     C.  P.  M. 

Chapel.     Chilton.     Abby. 
The  heavenly  prospect.     Num.  xiii. 

1  IB  EJOICING  now  in  glorious  hope, 
Jl%j  We  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top, 

View  all  the  land  below ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  flow. 

2  A  land  where  sin  shall  ne'er  invade, 
Nor  doubt  shall  cast  a  gloomy  shade, 

With  every  blessing  crown'd  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace  ; 

And  all  his  praise  resound. 

3  May  we  this  better  land  possess, 
When  in  this  howling  wilderness, 

No  longer  we  shall  rove, — 
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THE  CONVERT.  385,   386. 

Lord,  help  us  humbly  to  rejoice, 
In  hope  we  there  shall  hear  thy  voice, 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  385.     5,  6,  9. 

Feversham.     Salem. 

1  T  rOW  happy  are  they 

1    |    Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 

Oh,  what  tongue  can  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  'Twas  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore, 

3  Then,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  Jesus  my  song, 

And  redemption  thro'  faith  in  his  name, 

Oh,  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same. 

HYMN  386.      L.  M.     CollyeH. 

Chatham.     Moreton.     St.  Catharine's. 

1  ^1  OFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 
J^  That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats, 

Soft  as  the  tuneful  ]yres  above. 

2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 

While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars  ; 
So  soft  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours  : 

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387,   388.  THE    CONVERT, 

3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enliv'ning  ray, 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad ; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day, 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  G  od. 

4  True  as  the  magnet  to  the  pole, 

So  true  let  your  contrition  be — 
So  true  let  all  your  sorrows  roll, 
To  Him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 

HYMN  387.     C.  M.     Dwight. 

Chapel.    WalsaL 
Deliverance  from  evil  companions. 

1  f  ■  1HE  giddy  world,  with  flatt'ring  tongue^ 

I      Had  charmed  my  soul  astray, 
And  lur'd  my  heedless  feet  to  death 
Along  the  flow'ry  way. 

2  My  heart,  with  agonizing  pray'r, 

Besought  the  Lord  to  save  ; 
Unseen  he  seiz'd  my  trembling  hand, 
And  brought  me  from  the  grave. 

3  He  broke  the  charm,  which  drew  my  feet 

To  darkness  and  the  dead : 
From  lips  profane,  and  tongues  impure, 
With  quiv'ring  steps  I  fled. 

4  Homeward  I  flew  to  find  my  God, 

And  seek  his  face  divine, 
Restor'd  to  peace,  to  hope,  to  life, 
To  Zion's  friends,  and  mine. 

HYMN  388.      L.  M.     Collyer. 

China.     Nantwich.     Bath. 
1  T  LEAVE  the  world  with  willing  feet, 
I    Great  God,  to  find  repose  in  thee  : 
Once  its  enchantments  soft  and  sweet, 
Threw  silken  fetters  over  me. 
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THE  CONVERT.  389. 

2  Vice  pointed  to  a  flow'ry  vale, 

Where  streams  of  pleasure  seem'd  to  roll, 
And  every  sweet,  on  every  gale, 
Press'd  thro'  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

3  Imagination  lent  her  aid 

To  strengthen  ev'ry  dang'rous  snare  ; 
But  soon  the  flatt'ring  vision  fled, 
And  gave  its  victim  to  despair. 

4  My  youth  restor'd  from  fatal  wiles, 
Has  learn'd  temptation's  pow'r  to  fear  ; 
To  dread  the  world's  delusive  smiles, 
And  'scape  the  fowler's  cruel  snare. 

HYMN  389.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Carthage.     Armley. 
The  new  convert  humbled. 

1  rilHE  new-born  child  of  gospel  grace, 

J-    Like  some  fair  tree  when  summer's  nigh, 
Beneath  Immanuel's  shining  face, 
Lifts  up  his  blooming  branch  on  high. 

2  No  fear  he  feels,  he  sees  no  foes  ; 
No  conflict  yet  his  faith  employs  ; 
Nor  has  he  learnt  to  whom  he  owes 
The  strength  and  peace  his  soul  enjoys. 

3  But  sin  soon  darts  its  cruel  sting, 
And  comforts  sink  from  day  to  day  : 
What  seem'd  his  own,  a  self-fed  spring, 
Proves  but  a  brook  that  glides  away. 

4  When  Gideon  arm'd  his  num'rous  host, 
The  Lord  soon  made  his  numbers  less  ; 
And  said — lest  Israel  vainly  boast — 

"  My  arm  procur'd  me  this  success." 

5  Thus  will  he  bring  our  spirits  down, 
And  draw  our  ebbing  comforts  low, 

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390.  THE    CONVERT. 

That,  sav'd  by  grace,  but  not  our  own, 
We  may  not  claim  the  praise  we  owe. 

HYMN  390.     C.  M.       Newton. 

Barbj.     Colchester. 

1  A    NXIOUS  I  strove  to  find  the  way, 
/%,  Which  to  salvation  led  ; 

I  listen'd  long,  I  try'd  to  pray, 
And  heard  what  many  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrong  ; 
For  I  was  stupid,  dead,  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joys  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  lab'ring  heart  relieved, 

And  made  my  burden  light ; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd, 
And  thought  that  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay  ; 
Thro'  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease  ; 
I  wish:d  for  all  my  fears  again, 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish,  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart ; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fiery  dart. 

7  Alas  !  I  cry'd  in  deep  despair, 

Borne  down  with  fearful  pain ! 
How  can  I  these  fierce  terrors  bear, 
And  who  will  now  sustain  ! 
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THE   CONVERT.  391,  392 


8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid, 
And  when  he  set  me  free, 
"  Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"  And  leave  the  rest  to  me." 

HYMN  391.     CM.     Swain. 

Springfield.     Barby. 
In  darkness. 

1""|3  EJOICE  in  God,"  the  word  commands . 

JC%j  And  fain  would  I  obey ; 
Yet  still  my  spirit  ling' ring  stands, 
While  doubts  impede  my  way. 

2  How  can  my  soul  exult  for  joy, 

Which  feels  this  load  of  sin  1 
And  how  can  praise  my  tongue  employ, 
While  darkness  reigns  within ! 

3  If  falling  tears  and  rising  sighs 

In  triumph  share  a  part : 
Then,  Lord,  behold  these  streaming  eyes, 
And  search  this  bleeding  heart ! 

4  My  soul  forgets  to  use  her  wings  ; 

My  harp  neglected  lies, 
For  sin  has  broken  all  its  strings, 
And  guilt  shuts  out  my  joys. 

5  The  pow'r,  the  sweetness  of  thy  voice, 

Alone  my  heart  can  move  ; 
Make  me  in  Christ,  my  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  melt  my  soul  to  love. 

HYMN  392.     C.  M.     H. 

Colchester.     Barby. 
2  Cor.  iv.  6.     Ps.  xliii.  5. 

1    W~W[7"HEN  renovating  grace  begins 
V  v     To  move  the  heart  of  stone, 
A  holy  joy  illumes  the  soul, 
As  light  from  darkness  shone. 

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393.  THE  CONVERT. 

2  High  songs  of  praise  with  dawn  begin, 

Exulting  close  the  day ; 
And  e'en  the  silent  watch  of  night 
Is  vocal  with  their  lay. 

3  But  cares  arise — temptations  throng — 

The  world  prepares  her  dart — 
A  "  Horror  of  great  darkness"  falls, 
And  whelms  the  shudd'ring  heart. 

4  Yet  why  cast  down,  sad  mourner,  say  ? 

Behold  the  glorious  Sun — 
Full  oft  he  guilds  the  kindling  morn, 
Yet  fades  ere  day  is  done. 

5  But  still  his  unextinguish'd  beam 

Behind  the  cloud  survives — 
Still  his  appointed  course  he  runs, 
And  at  the  goal  arrives. 

6  Hope  thou  in  God !  and  he  shall  make 

Thy  path  like  noontide  glow  : 
Obey  him  with  a  steadfast  mind, 
And  thou  his  smile  shalt  know. 

HYMN  393.      L.  M. 

Brentford.       Sterling.       Shoel. 

1  ~W   IKE  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shore, 
JbLJ  Who  thought  the  conflict  all  was  o'er ; 
Young  converts  view  the  frightful  train 
Of  all  their  foes  for  ever  slain. 

2  But  soon,  with  sick'ning  heart,  survey 
The  perils  of  the  desert  way ; 

The  pow'r  of  sin  revives  again, 

And  all  their  hopes  seem  false  and  vain. 

3  The  morning  sun  that  shone  so  bright 
Is  shrouded  in  the  gloom  of  night ; 
Hopeless  the  victor's  crown  to  win, 
They  yield  ere  they  the  fight  begin. 

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THE    CONVERT.  394,  395, 

4  But  Jesus  calls  them  to  the  field  : 

"  Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield  ; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
My  grace  shall  strength  and  vict'ry  bring." 

HYMN  394.     C.  M. 

Wantage.     Chapel. 
The  Desert.     1  Pet.  v.  8. 

1  W/M7"HEN  night  descends  in  sable  guise, 

j  V     And  spreads  her  gloom  around, 
To  close  the  weary  trav'ler's  eyes, 
And  rest  him  on  the  ground  ; 

2  Amidst  the  dreary  desert  wide, 

The  wand'rer  faints  to  hear 
The  wide  alarm  on  ev'ry  side, 
Which  speaks  some  danger  near  ; 

3  So,  in  this  wilderness  of  life, 

"Whene'er  afflictions  come, 
We  sink,  as  in  a  night  of  grief, 
Far  from  our  shelt'ring  home. 

4  The  tempter's,  like  a  lion's  roar, 

Sounds  thro'  the  vale  abroad  ; 
Then  let  us  watch,  and  evermore 
Depend  upon  our  God. 

5  From  ev'ry  other  help  afar, 

And  left  without  a  friend, 
God  is  a  helper  ever  near, 
And  faithful  to  the  end. 

HYMN  395.     L.  M.     Luther. 

Luther's  H.     Old  Hundred.     Bath. 

1  "T^T  ATURE  will  raise  up  all  her  strife, 
JL  i   Foe  to  the  flesh-abasing  life, 
Loath  in  a  Saviour's  death  to  share, 
Her  daily  cross  compell'd  to  bear. 


396,  397.  THE    CONVERT. 

2  But  grace  omnipotent  at  length 

Shall  arm  the  saint  with  saving  strength ; 
Thro7  the  sharp  war  with  aid  attend, 
And  the  dire  conflict  safely  end. 

3  Act  but  the  infant's  gentle  part ; 
Give  up  to  love  thy  willing  heart ; 
And  grace  will  then  the  vict'ry  claim, 
And  light  it  with  a  purer  flame. 

HYMN  396.     L.  M.     Luther. 

Putney.     Warwick. 

1  J  ■  1HE  sov'reign  Father,  good  and  kind, 

1     Wants  but  to  have  his  child  resign'd 
Wants  but  the  yielding  heart,  no  more — 
With  his  rich  gifts  of  grace  to  store. 

2  He  to  thy  soul  no  anguish  brings  ; 
From  thine  own  stubborn  will  it  springs  ; 
That  foe  subdue,  the  foe  within — 
Then  shall  thy  peace  and  joy  begin. 

3  Let  faith  exert  its  conqu'ring  pow'r, 
Say,  in  thy  fearing,  trembling  hour, 

"  Father  ! — thy  pitying  help  impart" — 
'Tis  done — a  sigh  can  reach  his  heart. 

4  But  if  corruption's  strength  prevail, 
And  if  thy  pilgrim  footsteps  fail ; 
Lift  tor  his  grace  thy  louder  cries, 

So  shalt  thou  cleans'd,  and  stronger  rise. 

HYMN  397.     8s. 

Lambeth.     Uxbridge. 

IHE  happy  in  Jesus  may  sleep, 
But  Oh,  till  in  me  he  appears, 
Be  this  my  employment,  to  weep, 

And  water  my  couch  with  my  tears. 
Ye  watchmen  of  Israel,  declare, 
If  ye  my  Beloved  have  seen, 
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THE    CONVERT.  398,399- 

And  point  to  that  heavenly  fair, 

Surpassing  the  children  of  men  : 
2  My  Lover  and  Lord  from  above, 

Who  only  can  quiet  my  pain, 
Whom  only  I  languish  to  love, 

Oh,  where  shall  I  find  him  again  ? 
Once  more  if  he  show  me  his  face, 

He  never  again  shall  depart. 
Detain'd  in  my  closest  embrace, 

Eternally  held  in  my  heart. 

HYMN  398.     C.  M.     Cotton. 

Buckingham.      Windsor. 
Faith  in  suffering.     Ps.  xiii. 

1  T    ET  thy  returning  Spirit,  Lord ! 
JLd  Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
Smile  on  this  poor,  benighted  soul, 

For  Oh !  thy  smiles  are  light. 

2  While  scoffers  at  thy  sacred  word 

Deride  the  pangs  I  feel, 

Deem  my  religion  insincere, 

Or  call  it  useless  zeal ; 

3  Yet  will  I  ne'er  repent  my  choice, 

I'll  ne'er  withdraw  my  trust ; 
I  know  thee,  Lord,  a  powerful  friend, 
And  kind,  and  wise,  and  just. 

4  Then,  O  my  soul,  why  thus  depress'd, 

And  whence  this  anxious  fear  1 
In  God,  the  refuge,  fix  thy  trust, 
And  check  the  rising  tear. 

HYMN  399.     L.M.     Kelly. 

Moreton.     Luther's  Hymn. 
Mariner.     Matt.  viii.  24.     Ps.  cvii.  30. 

THE  christian  voy'ger  strikes  the  rock 
That  lies  conceal'd  beneath  the  wave  ! 

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400.  THE    CONVERT, 

Yet  safely  he  survives  the  shock  ; 
For  Jesus  is  at  hand  to  save. 

2  His  destin'd  land  he  sometimes  sees, 

And  thinks  his  toils  will  soon  be  o'er, 
Expects  some  favorable  breeze 

Will  waft  him  quick] y  to  the  shore. 

3  But  hark  ! — the  midnight  tempest  roars  ! 

He  seems  forsaken,  and  alone  : 
But  Jesus,  whom  he  then  implores, 
Unseen  preserves  and  leads  him  on. 

4  Tho'  fear  his  heart  should  overwhelm, 

He'll  reach  the  port  to  which  he's  bound  ; 
For  Jesus  holds  and  guides  the  helm, 
And  soon  the  haven  will  be  found. 

HYMN  400.     H.  M.     Toplady. 

Allerton.     Whitchurch.     Jubilee. 
Jesus,  the  Pilot. 

1  1"ESUS,  at  thy  command, 
*J    I  launch  into  the  deep  ; 

And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  : 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heav'n  with  thee  and  thine  , 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise  ; 
My  compass  is  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 

I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  pow'r, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 
Through  all  my  passage  lie  ; 

Yet  thou  wilt  safely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  thine  eye : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boist'rous  storm  outride. 
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THE  CONVERT,  401. 

4       By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 

My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast. 
Oh,  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more  ! 
>5       Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  and  winds  subside ; 

Lord,  to  my  succor  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head, 
6       Come,  heav'nly  Wind  and  blow 

A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace, 

To  waft  me  from  below, 

To  heav'n,  my  destin'd  place  : 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

HYMN  401.     8s. 

Lambeth.     Uxbridge. 

1  AH!  why  this  disconsolate  frame  ? 
J\  Tho'  earthly  enjoyments  decay, 
My  Jesus  is  ever  the  same, 

A  sun  in  the  gloomiest  day : 
Tho'  molten  awhile  in  the  fire, 

'Tis  only  the  gold  to  refine  ; 
And  be  it  my  simple  desire 

Tho'  suffering,  not  to  repine, 

2  What  can  be  the  pleasures  to  me, 

Which  earth  in  its  fulness  can  boast  ? 
Delusive,  its  vanities  flee, 

A  flash  of  enjoyment  at  most : 
And  if  the  Redeemer  could  part 

For  me,  with  his  throne  in  the  skies, 
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402.  THE  CONVERT, 

Ah  !  why  is  so  dear  to  my  heart, 

What  he  in  his  wisdom  denies  1 
3  Then  let  the  rude  tempest  assail, 

The  blast  of  adversity  blow, 
The  haven,  tho'  distant,  I  hail, 

Beyond  this  rough  ocean  of  wo  ; 
When  safe  on  its  beautiful  strand, 

I'll  smile  on  the  billows  that  foam. 
Kind  angels  to  hail  me  to  land, 

And  Jesus  to  welcome  me  home. 

HYMN  402.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Colchester.    St.  Ann's.     Stade. 
The  storm  hushed. 

1  T  i  US  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night 

1      Is  gone,  with  all  its  fears  ! 
And  now  I  see  returning  light, 
The  Lord,  my  Sun,  appears. 

2  Oh,  wondrous  change  !  but  just  before, 

Despair  beset  me  round  ; 
I  heard  the  lion's  horrid  roar, 
And  trembled   at  the  sound. 

3  Before  corruption,  guilt  and  fear, 

My  former   comforts  fell ; 
And  I  discover'd,  standing  near, 
The  dreadful  depths  of  hell. 

4  But  Jesus  pity'd  my  distress  ; 

He  heard  my  feeble  cry, 
Reveal'd  his  blood  and  righteousness, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

5  Dear  Lord,  since  thou  hast  broke  my  bands 

And  set  the  captive  free, 
I  would  devote  my  tongue,  my  hands, 
My  heart,  my  all  to  thee. 

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THE    CONVERT.  403,  404. 

HYMN  403.     C.  M.     Madan's  Col. 

Stade,     Braintree.     Abridge, 

i  ^\UR  little  bark  on  boist'rous  seas, 
\J  By  cruel  tempest  tost, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Expecting  to  be  lost ; 

2  We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  prayer, 

Breath'd  out  our  sad  distress  ; 
Tho'  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 
We  begg'd  return  of  peace. 

3  The  stormy  winds  did  cease  to  blow, 

The  waves  no  more  did  roll ; 
And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 
Spoke  comfort  to  each  soul. 

4  Oh !  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts 

Sweet  hallelujahs  sing, 
To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserved, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King. 

5  Let  us  proclaim  to  all  the  world, 

With  heart  and  voice,  again, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 
For  us,  the  sons  of  men. 

HYMN  404.     C.  P.  M.     Brown. 

Ganges.      Penitent.     Chapel. 
True  convert.     2  Cor.  v.  17. 

WHEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd 
Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 
Would  past  offences  trace  ; 
Trembling  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleas'd  behold,  admiring  too, 
The  pow'r  of  changing  grace. 

This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defil'd, 
These  feet  to  erring  paths  beguil'd, 
In  heav'nly  league  agree  : 


405.  THE   CONVERT. 

Who  would  believe  such  lips  could  praise 
Or  think  from  dark  and  winding  ways, 
I  e'er  should  turn  to  thee  ? 

3  These  eyes  that  once  abus'd  the  light, 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  sight, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood ; 
These  hands  are  rais'd  in  ceaseless  pray'r,. 
Oh,  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear, 

In  pure  redeeming  blood. 

4  These  ears  that  once  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  festive  strain, 

Around  the  sinful  board  ; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noise, 
Avoid  the  throng,  detest  their  joys, 

And  long  to  hear  thy  word. 

5  Thus  art  thou  serv'd  in  ev'ry  part ; 

Go  on,  bless'd  Lord,  to  cleanse  my  heart. 

That  drossy  thing  refine  ; 
That  grace  may  nature's  pow'rs  control, 
And  a  new  creature,  body,  soul, 

Be  all  and  wholly  thine. 

HYMN  405.     C.  P.  M.     Newton. 

Chilton.     Kew.     Aithlone.     Ganges. 

1  '  |~F  God  had  bid  his  thunders  roll, 

I   And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdu'd — 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  view'd, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

2  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone  ; 
Come  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Releas'd  from  Satan's  hard  command. 
See  all  my  pow'rs  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employ'd  by  thee. 

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THE    CONVERT.  406. 

3  My  will  conform'd  to  thine  would  move  ; 
On  thee  my  hope,  desire,  and  love, 

In  fix'd  attention  join : 
My  hands,  my  eyes,  my  ears,  my  tongue, 
Have  Satan's  servants  been  too  long, 

But  now  they  shall  be  thine. 

4  And  can  I  be  the  very  same, 

Who  lately  durst  blaspheme  thy  name, 

And  on  thy  gospel  tread  1 
Surely  each  one,  who  hears  my  case, 
Will  praise  thee,  and  confess  thy  grace 

Invincible  indeed ! 

HYMN  406.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Newark.     Abridge. 
Will  ye  also  go  away  ?     John  vi.  67 — 69. 

1  TT7HEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

*  *    (As  numbers  often  do,) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?" 

2  Ah,  Lord !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
My  faith  will  fail,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  'Tis  thou  alone  hast  power  and  grace, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me ; 
To  whom  then  shall  I  turn  my  face, 
If  I  depart  from  thee. 

4  Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assur'd, 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God  ; 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd, 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd, 

Could  never  reach  my  case ! 

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407,408.  THE    CONVERT, 

Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 

But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 
6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest. 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest. 

And  satisfy  my  heart. 

HYMN  407.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Armley.     Kingsbridge. 

1  FT1HOU  only  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 

J_    My  refuge,  my  almighty  Friend — 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go — 

A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo, 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Thy  Name  my  inmost  pow'rs  adore  ; 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care ; 
Depart  from  thee  ! — 'tis  death — 'tis  more, 
'Tis  endless  ruin — deep  despair! 

4  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 

HYMN  408.      C.  M. 

Standish.      Bangor.       Walsat. 

1  r  ■  10  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  gof 

I     If  I  depart  from  thee  ? 
My  guide  thro'  all  this  vale  of  wo, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 

2  The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn  ; 
Oh,  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again,. 

And  sharpen  ev'ry  thorn. 
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THE    CONVERT.  409,410, 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  thro'  my  heart, 
To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above — 
And  can  we  ever  part  1 

4  Ah,  no,  with  thee  I'll  walk  below, 

My  journey  to  the  grave  : 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
When  only  thou  canst  save  ? 

HYMN  409.     S.  M.     Cowper. 

Orange.     Wirkswortb. 

1  "DEWARE  of  Peter's  word, 
-D  Nor  confidently  say, 

"  I  never  will  deny  the  Lord," 
But  "  grant  I  never  may." 

2  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne  ; 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

HYMN  410.     L.  M.     Gregg. 

Portugal.     Wells. 
Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.     Mark  viii.  38. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days. 

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411.  THE    CONVERT. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend  ! 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus ! — yes  I  may — 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away — 
No  tear  to  wipe — no  good  to  crave — 
No  fear  to  quell — no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  Oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me ! 

HYMN  411.      L.  M. 

Bath.     Kent.     Wells. 

1  ^<  HALL  I,  to  gain  the  world's  applause, 
J^  Or  to  escape  its  harmless  frown, 
Refuse,  my  Lord,  to  plead  thy  cause, 
And  make  thy  people's  lot  my  own  ? — 

2  No  !  let  the  world  cast  out  my  name  ; 
And  vile  account  me  if  they  will ; 

If  to  confess  the  Lord  be  shame, 
I  purpose  to  be  viler  still. 

3  And  what  is  man,  or  what  his  smile  ? 
The  terrors  of  his  anger,  what  ? 
Like  grass  he  flourishes  awhile, 

And  soon  his  place  shall  know  him  not. 
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THE  CONVERT.  412,   413, 

HYMN  412.     L.  M    Pres.  Davies. 

Armley.     Darwent. 
Self-dedication  to  God. 

LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  Gods, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all ; 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee — 
Be  thine  thro'  all  eternity. 

HYMN  413.     L.  M.    Montgomery. 

Chatham.     Leeds.     Bath. 
Social  dedication  to  God. 

1  TESUS  !  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
qj    On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call ; 
Jesus  !  in  love  to  us  descend, 

Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 

To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands ; 
O  take  our  hearts — our  hearts  are  thine, 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  pray'r, 

Our  Master's  voice  will  we  obey, 

Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 

The  heat  and  burden  of  our  day. 

4  Yet,  Lord  !  for  us  a  resting  place, 

In  heaven — at  thy  right  hand  prepare, 
And,  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there, 

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414,   415.  THE  CONVERT. 

HYNN  414.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Kent.     Portugal.    Sterling. 
The  noblest  resolution.      Josh;  xxiv.  15. 

1  TiTAY  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 

1t1_  With  all  my  pow'rs  to  serve  the  Lord  ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Oh,  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 
Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 
My  solemn,  my  determin'd  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  Oh,  may  I  never  faint,  nor  tire, 

Nor  wand'ring  leave  his  sacred  ways  ; 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

HYMN  415.     7s.     Montgomery. 

Hotham.     Middleton. 
Ruth.  i.  16—19. 

lEOPLE  of  the  living  God ! 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found  : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns, — a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns. 

Oh,  receive,  me  into  rest. 
Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
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THE  CONVERT.  416,   417, 

Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore — 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

HYMN  416.      C.  M. 

Colchester.     Stade. 
Hinder  me  not.     Gen.  xxiv.  58. 

1  ~W"HT7"HEN  Jesus  bade  me  leave  the  world, 

j  j      My  downward  steps  retrace ; 
'Twas  thus  I  answer'd  every  foe, 
And  fled  to  his  embrace. 

2  Stay,  said  the  world,  and  taste  awhile 

My  ev'ry  pleasant  sweet ; 
Hinder  me  not,  my  soul  replied, 
Because  the  way  is  great. 

3  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  : 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

4  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 
HYMN  417.     L.  M. 

Blendon.     Bath.      Portugal. 
Welcome  to  young  Converts. 

1  "Vft7ELC0ME?  ye  hopeful  heirs  of  heav'n, 
*  ▼     To  this  rich  feast  of  gospel  love — 
This  pledge  is  but  the  prelude  giv'n 
To  that  immortal  feast  above. 
?  2  How  great  the  blessing,  thus  to  meet 
Around  the  sacramental  board, 
And  hold  by  faith  communion  sweet, 
"With  Christ  our  dear  and  common  Lord. 

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418,  419.  THE  CONVERT; 

3  And  if  so  sweet  this  feast  below, 
What  will  it  be  to  meet  above, 
Where  all  we  see,  and  feel,  and  know. 
Are  fruits  of  everlasting  love  ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  tune  the  heav'nly  lyre 
Whilst  list'ning  worlds  the  song  approve ; 
Eternity  itself  expire, 

Ere  we  exhaust  the  theme  of  love. 
HYMN  418.     L.  M. 

Moreton.     Blendon. 
Strong  City.     Isa.  xxvi.  1,  2. 

1  fTHHe  day,  the  gospel  day  draws  near, 

,1      When  sinners  shall  their  voices  raise, 
Sing  the  New  Song  with  heart  sincere, 
Triumphant  in  the  land  of  praise. 

2  Glory  to  God !  they  all  shall  cry : 

Who  is  so  great  a  God  as  ours ! 
We  have  a  City  strong  and  high, 
Salvation  is  for  walls  and  tow'rs. 

3  Secure  from  danger,  as  from  dread, 

We  never  shall  be  put  to  shame, 
Who  hither  have  for  refuge  fled  ; 
For  Jesus  is  our  City's  name. 

4  Open  the  gates,  and  open  wide, 

Let  every  faithful  soul  go  in  ; 
Open  for  all  the  justifi'd, 

Who  keep  the  truth  that  frees  from  sin. 
HYMN  419.     C.  M.     Miller. 

Colchester.     Clarendon.     Washington. 
Fellowship.     Col.  ii.  2. 

1   itf^UR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
%J  Cemented,  mixt  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

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THE  CONVERT.  420# 

%  Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  within, 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire, 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  I 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood ; 
Oh !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  ; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

HYMN  420.     L.  M.     Barbauld. 

Chatham.     Nantwich. 

1  "  jg  I  OW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
JL  Jl  In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heav'nly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo ; 
Their  ardent  pray'rs  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

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421,  422.  THE    CONVERT. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place. 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face  ;— - 
At  length  they  meet  in  realms  above? 
A  heav'n  of  joy — because  of  love. 

HYMN  421.     C.  ]VL     Doddridge. 

St.  Martin's.     Mear. 
Asking  the  way  to  Zion.     Jer.  1.  5. 

1  TNQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way, 
JL  That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determin'd  will. 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 

Your  pious  march  to  join  ; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  Oh,  come  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  yray'r  ! 

4  Oh,  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God     . 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 
HYMN  422.     L.  M.     Kelly. 

Bath.     Portugal. 
Heb.  xiii.  14. 

L  "XTTTE'VE  no  abiding  city  here" — 

*  ▼  This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind  ; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 
I  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Sad  truth  were  this  to  be  our  home  : 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 
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REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.      423,  424. 

"  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do ; 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear ; 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 
"  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight : 
Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there, 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

HYMN  423.     C.  M.     Barbauld. 

Barby.    Rochester.    Clarendon. 

OUR  country  is  Immanuel's  ground, 
We  seek  that  promis'd  soil : 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 

While  strangers  here  we  toil. 
Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bath'd  in  tears  ; 
Yet  nought  but  heav'n  our  hopes  can  raise, 

And  nought  but  sin  our  fears. 
Our  pow'rs  are  oft  dissolv'd  away 

In  ecstasies  of  love  ; 
And  while  our  bodies  wander  here, 

Our  souls  are  fix'd  above. 

We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run  ; 
But  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense, 

Our  heav'n  is  here  begun. 


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HYMN  424.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Bath.      Moreton 

HILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 

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425.  REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — 
"  Dismiss  thj  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "  Tho'  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  pow'r : 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  u  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 
I've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  pray'r,. 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey, — my  hopes  revive  ; 
Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing  ~ 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

HYMN  425.     C.  M.     Needham, 

Clifford.      Clarendon. 
Luke  xv.  10. 

1  /~YH,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 
^— '  When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  a  humble,  broken  heart, 

His  sins  and  errors  mourns  !. 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fiU'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
"  The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing* 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 
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EEJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.      426,  427. 

HYMN  426.       C.  M. 

Clifford.     Springfield, 
Great  joy  in  that  city.     Acts  viii.  8, 

1  £  TOW  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive 
B    1    Of  those  who  fear  the  Lord ; 

When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 
By  his  revivng  word ! 

2  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  receive  the  word — 
When  ransom'd  sinners  hear  his  voice, 
Return  and  love  the  Lord. 

3  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing  ; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

4  In  heav'n  above,  th'  angelic  throng 

Around  the  throne  rejoice  ; 
But  sinners  sav'd  should  swell  the  song 
With  loudest — sweetest  voice. 

HYMN  427.     C.  M. 

Rochester.      Clarendon. 

1  ^ONVINC'D  of  sin,  men  now  begin 
%^/  To  call  upon  the  Lord  ; 
Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day 

In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 

2  Young  converts  sing,  and  praise  their  King, 

And  bless  God's  holy  name  ; 
While  older  saints  leave  their  complaints, 
And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 

3  God's  chariot  rolls,  and  frights  the  souls 

Of  those  who  hate  the  truth  : 
And  saints  in  pray'r  cry,  "  Lord  draw  near, 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth ; — 

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428.  REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

4  "  From  this  glad  hour  exert  thy  powrr, 

And  melt  each  stubborn  heart ; 
In  those  that  bleed,  let  love  succeed, 
And  holy  joys  impart." 

5  Come,  sinners,  all,  hear  now  God's  call, 

And  pray  with  one  accord : 
Saints,  raise  your  songs,  with  joyful  tongues 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord. 

HYMN  428.     8,  7,  4. 
Tamworth.     Helmsley.     Littleton. 

1  "T^rOW  we  hail  the  happy  dawning 
JL  i     Of  the  gospel's  glorious  light, 
May  it  take  the  wings  of  morning, 

And  dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Let  our  eyes  behold  the  sight. 

2  Where,  amid  the  desert  dreary, 

Plant,  nor  shrub,  nor  flow'ret  grows, 
There  refresh  the  wand'rer  weary, 
With  the  sight  of  Sharon's  Rose  ; 

And  its  beauties 
To  the  longing  eye  disclose. 

3  Where  the  beasts  of  prey  are  prowling, 

And  the  murd'rous  serpents  hiss, 
There  exchange  the  dismal  howling 
For  the  pleasing  calm  of  peace ; 

And  for  ever 
May  destruction's  empire  cease. 

4  Oh,  let  all  the  world  adore  thee — 

Universal  be  thy  fame  ; 
Kings  and  subjects  fall  before  thee — 
And  extol  thy  matchless  name  ; 

All  ascribing 
Endless  praises  to  the  Lamb. 
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REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.       429,  430. 

HYMN  429.     8,  7,  4. 

Helmsley.     Littleton. 
Isa.  lii.  10. 

1  "^HES  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

■     Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  : 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  ev'ry  land : 

When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season  ; 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray : 
When  the  Lord  appears,  there's  reason 
To  expect  a  glorious  day  : 

At  his  presence 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away. 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring  ; 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood ; 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  ; 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand  ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 
Thro'  the  world  in  ev'ry  land : 

And  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

HYMN  430.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

China.     Luther's  Hymn.     Truro. 

REJOICE,  for  Christ,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
He  spreads  his  triumphs  all  abroad ; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour,  and  their  God. 
His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive  : 

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431.  REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  Oh,  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 
And  ev'ry  foe  his  pow'r  subdue  ; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  show. 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below,  from  all  above  ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name  ; — 
In  songs  as  lofty  as  his  love. 

HYMN  431.     H.M.     Doddridge. 

Eagle  Street.     Psalm  148th.     Bethesda. 
Isa.  lx.  1. 

1  d~^  Zion  tune  thy  voice, 

\J  And  raise  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh. 

Cheerful  in  God, 

Arise  and  shine, 

While  rays  divine 

Stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all  re-splendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head  ; 

The  nations  round 

Thy  form  shall  view, 

With  lustre  new 

Divinely  crown'd. 

3  In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright 
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REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.  432. 

Pursue  his  praise, 

Till  sov'reign  love 

In  worlds  above 

The  glory  raise. 
4  There  on  his  holy  hill 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 

While  round  his  throne, 

Ten  thousand  stars, 

In  noble  spheres 

His  influence  own. 

HYMN  432.     H.  M.     Toplady. 

Eagle  Street.     Bethesda.     Jubilee. 

1  T3L0W  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
M-9  The  gladly  solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Thro'  all  the  lands  proclaim ; 

The  year,  &c. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  : 

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433,  434.      REJOICING  IN  a  revival. 

Ye  weary  spirits  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad ! 

HYMN  433.     L.  P.  M.     Doddridge. 

St.  Helen's.     Eaton. 
Efficacy  of  God's  word.     Jer.  xxiii.  29. 

1  ^^/"ITH  rev'rend  awe,  tremendous  Lord, 

j  j     We  hear  the  thunders  of  thy  word ; 

The  pride  of  Lebanon  it  breaks, 
Swift  the  celestial  fire  descends, 
The  flinty  rock  in  pieces  rends, 

And  earth  to  its  deep  centre  shakes. 

2  Array'd  in  majesty  divine, 
Here  sanctity  and  justice  shine, 

And  horror  strikes  the  rebel  thro' ; 
While  loud  this  awful  voice  makes  known 
The  wonders  which  thy  sword  hath  done, 

And  what  thy  vengeance  yet  shall  do. 

3  So  spread  the  honors  of  thy  name  ; 
The  terrors  of  a  God  proclaim ; 

Thick  let  the  pointed  arrows  fly ; 
Till  sinners,  humbled  in  the  dust, 
Shall  own  the  execution  just, 

And  bless  the  hand  by  which  they  die. 

4  Then  clear  the  dark  tempestuous  day, 
And  radiant  beams  of  love  display, 

Each  prostrate  soul  let  mercy  raise  ; 
So  shall  the  bleeding  captives  feel, 
Thy  word,  that  gave  the  wound,  can  heal, 

And  change  their  notes  to  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  434.     8,  7,  4.     Kelly. 

Littleton.     Tamworth. 
Isa.  Hi.  7. 

1   ^kN  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
\J  Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 

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REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.  436. 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd  1 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ! 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend  : 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliv'rance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 
God,  thy  Saviour  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  435.      C.  M. 

St.  Ann's.     Colchester.     St.  Martin's. 
Sinai  and  Calvary. 

1  TTARK  !  how  from  Sinai's  mount  proceeds 

1    §    The  trumpet's  awful  blast ; 
While  yet  the  heart  with  anguish  bleeds, 
And  sinks  in  wo  at  last. 

2  Behold  the  sinner's  fearless  soul, 

Which  love  could  ne'er  arrest, 
With  trembling  hears  the  thunder  roll, 
And  death  approaching  fast. — 


436.  REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

3  But  lo  ! — what  sounds  of  heav'nly  peace, 

Amid  the  storm  I  hear  ; 
When  howling  winds  a  moment  cease, 
And  love  succeeds  to  fear ! 

4  Now,  on  the  hill  of  Calvary, 

Where  Jesus  once  was  slain, 
Sweet  peace,  and  love,  and  sympathy, 
There  all  unbroken  reign. 

5  Whene'er  the  tempest's  vengeful  voice, 

And  guilt  my  soul  appal, 
I  then  in  Jesus  will  rejoice, 
And  mercy's  gentle  call. 

6  And  when  by  care  and  wo  opprest, 

Or  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
I'll  flee  to  him  and  find  a  rest — 
Enjoy  in  him  my  all. 

HYMN  436.     7s. 

Pleyel's  Hymn.     Hampton. 
The  little  cloud.     1  Kings  xviii.  44. 

1  ^1  AW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
J^  Little  as  a  human  hand  ! 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land ! 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  show'r 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 
8  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 
Small  and  feeble  was  his  day  ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  wid'ning  way. 
4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise  ; 
He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide  ; 
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REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.      437,  438. 

He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace ; 
Jesus'  word  is  glorify'd. 

HYMN  437.     S.  M. 

Cambridge.     Silver  Street, 
Isa.  Ix.  8. 

1  f  ■  iHE  day  is  drawing  nigh, 

1      Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  converts  like  a  cloud  shall  fly 
To  seek  the  realms  of  bliss. 

2  What  rapt'rous  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight, 
When  sinners  up  to  Zions'  hill 

Like  doves  shall  speed  their  flight. 

3  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

O  Sun  of  righteousness, 
These  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  433.     8.  7.     Whitefield. 

Love  Divine.     Tabernacle. 

1  "  f;      OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
JL^  Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ; 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  Oh,  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast : 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest ; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

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439.  REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be  ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secur'dby  Thee ; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place  ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Theer 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

HYMN  439.     8,  7.     Robinson. 

Love  Divine.     Good  Shepherd. 
Grateful  recollection.     1  Sam.  vii.  12. 

1  d^i  OME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessings 
\^/  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  flx'd  upon  it — 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Eben-Ezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure. 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wand 'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

3  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain 'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 
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BEJOICING  IN  4  REVIVAL,       440,  441. 

HYMN  440.     C.    M.     Logan. 

Braintree.     Springfield.     Clifford. 
Isa.lv.  12,  13. 

I   "m/rESSIAH  !  at  thy  glad  approach, 
JLTJl  The  howling  winds  are  still; 
Thy  praises  till  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  ev'ry  hill. 
"2  The  hidden  fountains  at  thy  call, 
Their  sacred  stores  unlock ; 
Loud  in  the  desert,  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 

Upon  the  morning  gale  ; 
Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

4  Renew'd,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 
And  in  new  heav'ns  a  brighter  Sun 
Leads  on  the  promis'd  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hos anna  sing ; 
With  hallelujahs,  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion  hail  thy  King. 

HYMN  441.     L.  M.     Tappan. 

Shoel.     Chatham.     Sterling. 

HARK  !  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the  strain 
Of  joy  and  praise  ascending  high ; 
The  song  of  Zion  cheers  the  plain, 

The  desert  breathes  the  contrite's  sigh. 
Now  true  Religion  rears  her  throne, 

Where  superstition  darkly  trod ; 
And  where  His  altar  was  unknown, 
Unnumber'd  temples  rise  to  God. 

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442,  443.      REJOICING  IN  a  revival. 

3  Raise  your  glad  songs,  ye  choirs,  on  high,, 
Salvation  to  the  heathen  flows  ; 
Let  anthems  roll  along  the  sky  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose. 

HYMN  442.     L.  M. 

Moreton.     Kent.    Luther's  Hymn. 

John  iv.  35. 

1  T   IFT  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
JLi  Behold  the  fields  already  white  1 
The  glorious  harvest  now  is  come  ; 
See  ransom'd  sinners  flocking  home. 

2  Mov'd  by  the  Spirit's  softest  wind, 
Their  hearts  are  all  as  one  inclin'd ; 
Their  former  sins  and  follies  mourn  ; 
They  bow,  and  to  their  God  return. 

3  Improve  the  harvest  fleeing  fast, 
Ere  yet  the  shining  season's  past, 
When  all  the  work  of  life  shall  end, 
The  last — the  long  dark  night  descend. 

HYMN  443.     8,  7,  4.     Kelly. 

Littleton.      Jordan. 

Zech.  xiii.  1. 

1  £^<EE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
J^  Streams  of  living  water  flow  : 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain ; 

This  supplies  the  plains  below  : 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sov'reign  virtues  know. 

2  Thro'  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing* 
Making  all  around  look  gay, 

O,  ye  nations ! 
Hail  the  long  expected  dayi. 
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REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.  444. 

Gladden'd  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All  enriching  as  it  goes  : 
Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 

Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
Ev'rj  object 

Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 
Trees  of  life  the  banks  adorning, 

Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around ; 
Those  who  eat  are  saved  from  mourning, 

Pleasure  comes  and  hopes  abound  : 
Fair  their  portion ! 

Endless  life  with  glory  crown'd. 

HYMN  444.      H.  M. 

Weymouth.     Eagle  Street. 

HARK!  harkj — the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o'er  the  heav'nly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heav'n  is  known  ; 
Loud  sing  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  drawn  nigh, 

The  joyful  host  descend  ; 

Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 

What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 

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445.  REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 
And  all  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  ev'ry  string, 
'Tis  God,  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing. 

HYMN  445.     7,  6.     Montgomery. 

Brighthelmstone.      Margate. 

1  "  I    I  AIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 

1    1    Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  I 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy. 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace  the  herald  go, 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  For  Him  shall  pray'r  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing^ 
A  kingdom  without  end  ; 
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baptism.  446,  447. 


The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove  ; 

His  name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 
That  name  to  us  is  — Love. 


BAPTISM. 


HYMN  446.     L.  M. 

Lejden.      Sterling. 
Baptism. 

OBEDIENT  to  our  Zion's  King, 
We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 
These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 
Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face  ; 
Oh,  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace  ; 
Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine  ; 
Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine. 
Ye,  who  your  native  vileness  mourn, 
And  to  the  great  Redeemer  turn, 
Arise,  his  gracious  call  obey, 
And  be  baptiz'd  without  delay. 

HYMN  447.     L.  M.     Collyer. 

Bath.    -  Kent. 
Household  Baptism. 

1  "     TNITED  pray'rs  ascend  to  thee, 

\J    Eternal  parent  of  mankind  ; 
Smile  on  this  waiting  family — 
Thy  face  they  seek,  and  let  them  find. 

2  Let  the  dear  pledges  of  their  love, 
Like  tender  plants  around  them  grow; 
Thy  present  grace,  and  joys  above, 
Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 

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448, 449.  baptism. 

3  Receive,  at  their  believing  hand, 

The  charge  which  they  devote  as  thine, 
Obedient  to  their  Lord's  command — 
And  seal  with  pow'r  the  rite  divine. 

4  To  ev'ry  member  of  their  house, 
Thy  grace  impart,  thy  love  extend ; 
Grant  ev'ry  good  that  time  allows, 
With  heav'nly  joys  that  never  end. 

HYMN  44S.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

St.  Ann's.     Arlington. 
Mark  x.  14. 

1  ^<  EE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
►^  With  all  engaging  charms  ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  Lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear  ; 

Ye  children  seek  his  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transports  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  heart, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

HYMN  449.     C.  M.     Hyde. 

Barbj.     Clarendon.     Chapel. 

HEPHERD,  who  lead'st  with  tender  care 
The  feeble  of  thy  fold,— 
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BAPTISM.  450. 

Who  dost  regard  the  weakest  there, 
And  all  their  steps  uphold  ; 

2  This  little  helpless  lamb  receive, 

In  mercy,  to  thy  breast ; 
And  let  parental  fondness  leave 
It  safely  there  to  rest. 

3  Surround  it  with  thy  guardian  love, 

Thro'  all  life's  dang'rous  way  ; 
Ne'er  let  it  from  thy  pastures  rove, 
Nor  be  the  lion's  prey. 

4  In  thine  eternal,  heav'nly  home, 

Oh,  let  it  find  a  place  ; 
And  be,  when  life  and  toils  are  done, 
A  trophy  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  450.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Barby.     Bedford.     Canterbury. 
Practical  Improvement.     Col.  iii.  1. 

1  A   TTEND,  ye  children  of  your  God, 
/%    Ye  heirs  of  glory,  hear ; 

For  accents  so  divine  as  these, 
Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

2  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 
With  Christ,  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

3  There,  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits 

Enthron'd,  divinely  fair ; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  Brother  still, 
And  your  Forerunner  there. 

4  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Above,  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

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451,  452,  453.    monthly  concert. 

MONTHLY    CONCERT. 


HYMN  451.     L.M. 

Luton.     Leeds.     Chatham. 
Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  f  I  ^HY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 

1      And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sov'reign  mercy  to  entreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 
Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend  1 
4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favor  Zion  come  ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banish'd  people  home. 

HYMN  45\     L.M. 

Luther's  Hymn.     Portugal. 

1  T]l  TERNAL  God  !  Almighty  cause 

W^J  Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Spread  thy  great  name  thro'  heathen  lands  ; 
Their  idol  deities  dethrone  ; 

Reduce  the  world  to  thy  commands  ; 
And  reign  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

HYMN  453.     C.  M. 

St.  Ann's.     Colchester.     Bray. 
1   £\  THOU  great  Monarch,  in  thy  might 
%J  Fulfil  the  long  desire  : 

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MONTHLY   CONCERT.  454- 

A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight, 
Like  yesterday  retire. 

2  Oh,  let  thy  diadem  supreme, 

Its  brightness  now  display, 
And  o'er  the  dying  nations  beam 
With  life's  immortal  day. 

3  Then  shall  the  desolations  cease, 

And  earth  in  sweetest  strain, 
Thro'  the  long  Jubilee  of  peace, 
Sing  thy  unbounded  reign. 

HYMN  454.      H.  M. 

Eagle  Street.     Bethesda. 

1  ^OV'REIGN  of  worlds  above, 
{^  And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Thy  faithfulness  and  love, 

Thy  pow'r  and  mercy  show : 
Fulfil  thy  word ; 
Thy  Spirit  give ; 
Let  heathens  live 
And  praise  the  Lord. 

2  On  lands  that  lie  beneath 

Foul  superstition's  sway, 
Whose  horrid  shades  of  death 
Admit  no  heav'nly  ray, 

Blest  Spirit !  shine, 

Their  hearts  illume ; 

Dispel  the  gloom 

With  light  divine. 

3  Father,  who  to  thy  Son 

Thy  steadfast  word  hast  giv'n, 
That  thro'  the  earth  shall  run 
The  news  of  peace  with  heav'n, 

Extend  his  fame  ; 

Thy  grace  diffuse  ; 

And  let  the  news 

The  world  reclaim.  299 


455,  456.  MONTHLY   CONCERT. 

4  Few  be  the  years  that  roll, 
Ere  all  shall  worship  thee  ; 
The  travail  of  his  soul, 
Soon  let  the  Saviour  see  ; 
O  God  of  grace  ! 
Thy  pow'r  employ, 
Fill  earth  with  joy, 
And  heav'n  with  praise. 

HYMN  455.     S.  M. 

St.  Thomas.     Shirland. 

1  /^\   GOD  of  sov'reign  grace, 
\J   "We  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 

The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  thro'  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

HYMN  456.      C.  M.      Gibbons. 

Mear.     Dundee. 

1  d^\  RE  AT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
xJT  Are  by  creation  thine  ; 

And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  richer  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  ev'ry  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel  ravs  ; 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.  457,  458. 

And  build,  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  thj  praise, 

HYMN  457.     C.  M.     Part  II. 

Rochester.     Barbj. 

1  ^kH,  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 
\Jr  Enjoy  the  heav'nly  word  ; 
And  vassals,  long  enslav'd,  become 

The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 

2  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Heathen  tribes, 

A  dark,  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 
And  learn  and  sing  his  grace  % 

3  Haste,  sovereign  Mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love  : 

Soften  the  tiger  to  a  lamb, 

The  vulture  to  a  dove. 

HYMN  458.     8,  7,  4. 

Littleton.     Helmsley. 
Isa.  lx.  2,  3. 

1  ^k'EIl  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness  ; 
\Jp   Cheer'd  by  no  ce]estial  ray, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day ; 

Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness  ! 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel — - 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 

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459,  460,  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

HYMN  459.     L.  M,     Voke. 

St.  Catharine's.     Nantwicb.     Kent. 

1  lil  XERT  thy  pow'r,  thy  rights  maintain, 
JL_J  Insulted,  everlasting  King  ! 

The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase, 
And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 

2  In  one  vast  symphony  of  praise, 

Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite  ; 
And  infidelity,  asham'd, 

Sink  in  th'  abyss  of  endless  night. 

3  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south> 

Immanuelrs  kingdom  must  extend  ; 
And  ev'ry  man,  in  ev'ry  face, 

Shall  meet  a  brother,  and  a  friend. 

HYMN  460.     C.  M.     Fawcett. 

Colchester.     Rochester.     Biay. 
The  desire  of  all  Nations.     Hag.  ii.  7. 

1  "INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 

I    Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace  t 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine, 
With  never  fading  rays. 

2  Sinners  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  pray'rs  and  vows  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thy  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 

And  still  thou  givest  more. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.  461,  462. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy — 
They  find  their  all  in  thee  ; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ, 
Thro'  all  eternity, 

HYMN  46  L     L.  M. 

China.     Sterling.     Truro. 
The  restoration  of  Israel.     Ezek.  xxxvi.  8, 

1  m/f  OUNTAINS  of  Israel,  rear  on  high 
JlT JL  Your  summits,crown'd  with  verdure  new, 

And  spread  your  branches  to  the  sky* 
Refulgent  with  celestial  dew. 

2  Fresh  cities  bloom  along  the  plain ; 

New  temples  to  Jehovah  rise  ; 
The  kindling  voice  of  praise  again 
Wings  its  sweet  anthems  to  the  skies. 

3  The  bloody  sacrifice  no  more 

Shall  smoke  upon  the  altars  high, 

But  ardent  hearts  from  hill  to  shore 

Send  grateful  incense  to  the  sky. 

4  The  jubilee  of  man  is  near — 

'Tis  come,  our  God's  unbounded  reign ; 
Our  Jesus  wipes  the  mourner's  tear, 
And  Satan's  wiles  are  all  in  vain. 

5  Praise  Him,  ye  tribes  of  Israel,  praise 

The  king  that  ransom'd  you  from  wo  ; 
Nations  !  the  hymn  of  triumph  raise, 
And  bid  the  song  of  rapture  flow. 

.  HYMN  462.     8,  7.     Newton. 

Love  Divine.     Tabernacle. 
Ps.  lxxxvii.  3.     Isa.  xxxiii.  20,  21. 

1    #~1  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
\JT  Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode  : 

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463.  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

On  the  rock  of  ages  founded — 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  T 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  thy  thirst  f  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ; 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

HYMN  463.     L.  M.     Hyde. 

Chatham.     New  Hundredth.     Bicester. 
Jer.  xxxi.  6. 

1  f  ■  1HE  trump  of  Israel's  jubilee 

■  Shall  sound  aloud  from  Calvary, 
And  bid  the  wand'ring  exiles — "  Come, 
And  find  in  Zion  still  a  home." 

2  Israel  shall  hear — that  thrilling  sound 
Shall  reach'  to  earth's  remotest  bound* 
And  gather  to  that  holy  place 

The  fugitives  of  Jacob's  race. 

3  Their  exil'd  tribes  shall  yet  return, 
Shall  come  to  Calvary  and  mourn  ; 
And  bow'd  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
With  willing  hearts  his  rule  obey. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.       464,  465,  466. 

HYMN  464.      L.  M. 

Kent.     Bath.      Wells. 
Isa.  Ix.  2. 

THO'  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death, 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine 
On  Z  ion's  holy  tow'rs  to  shine. 
That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands, 
And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 
The  pow'r  and  greatness  of  his  love. 
Lord,  may  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace 
Abound,  while  righteousness  and  peace, 
In  mild,  and  lovely  forms,  display 
The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

HYMN  465.     L.  M.      H. 

New  Hundredth.     Shoel.     Kent. 
The  Angel's  flight     Rev.  xiv.  6. 

THAT  mighty  angel,  to  whose  hand 
The  everlasting  word  is  giv'n, 
Waves  his  broad  wing  o'er  sea  and  land, 
And  soaring,  cleaves  the  vault  of  heav'n. 

And  say — shall  aught  oppose  his  flight  ? — 

Aught  dim  with  clouds  his  flaming  scroll  ? 
No  ! — not  till  truth  with  holy  light 

Shall  visit  ev'ry  heathen  soul : 
Not  till  blest  Peace  shall  spring  to  birth  ; 

Till  hatred  sheath  his  useless  sword ; 
Not  till  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  466.      C.  M, 

Clifford.     Missionary.    Keene. 

BEHOLD,  high  in  the  midst  of  heav'n, 
A  mighty  angel  flies ; 

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467.  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

The  gospel,  grace,  and  life  are  giv'n 
By  Him  who  paid  their  price. 

2  Asia  receives  the  word  of  love, 

And  wonders  as  she  hears  ; 
The  day-spring,  dawning  from  above, 
O'er  Africa  appears. 

3  The  islands  of  the  sea  rejoice, 

And  sing  Immanuel's  praise  ; 
With  joyful  heart  and  rapt'rous  voice, 
They  shout  his  welcome  grace. 

4  Then  let  us  shout  hosannas  too, 

To  David's  princely  Son  ; — 
Then  let  us  to  the  nations  show 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

HYMN  467.     L.  M.     Merrick. 

Old  Hundred.     Nantwich.     Leeds. 
Prarer for  Israel.    Rom.  x.  1. 

1  A   RISE,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 
r\    Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Jacob's  race  ; 

Restore  the  long  lost,  scatter'd  band, 
And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 

2  Their  mis'ry  let  thy  mercy  heal, 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal  ; 
O  God  of  Israel,  hear  our  pray'r, 
And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 

3  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love  ? 
Say,  shall  thy  wrath  perpetual  burn  ? 
And  wilt  thou  ne'er,  appeas'd,  return  ? 

4  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  now  impart, 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart, 
While  Israel's  rescu'd  tribes  in  Thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 

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HYMN  46S.      C.  M. 

Clarendon.  Braintree. 

HEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  didst  lead 
Thy  nock  the  desert  thro', 
And  from  between  the  Cherubim 
Thy  beaming  mercy  show. 

2  And  tho'  their  sins  provok'd  thee  oft 

To  give  them  for  a  prey, 
Yet  didst  thou  for  thy  mercies  sake 
Oft  turn  thy  wrath  away. 

3  But  now  for  ages  they  have  been 

Far  banish'd  from  thy  sight, 
Wand' ring  thro'  all  the  earth,  as  those 
In  whom  is  no  delight. 

4  Yet  is  thy  word  of  promise  sure, 

That  they  shall  be  restor'd, 
And  with  the  Gentile  church  unite 
To  love  and  serve  the  Lord. 

5  Our  faith  in  expectation  waits 

With  ever  longing  eyes  ; 
Oh,  bid  the  shadows  flee  away — 
That  glorious  morning  rise. 

HYMN  469.      L.  M. 

Wells.     Portugal. 

1  XjIATHER  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hear 
Jj     Our  earnest  suit  for  Abra'ms  seed ; 
Justly  they  claim  the  softest  pray'r 

From  those  adopted  in  their  stead : 

2  Outcast  from  thee,  and  scatter'd  wide 

Thro'  ev'ry  nation  under  heav'n, 
Rejecting  whom  they  crucifi'd, 
Unsav'd,  unpity'd,  unforgiv'n. 

3  But  hast  thou  finally  forsook, 

For  ever  cast  thy  own  away  ? 

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470,471.  MONTHLY    CONCERT. 

No — thou  wilt  bid  Ihem  turn  and  look 
On  him  they  pierc'd,  and  mourn  and  pray. 
4  Come,  then,  thou  great  Deliv'rer,  come, 
The  veil  from  Jacob's  heart  remove ; 
Receive  thy  ancient  people  home, 
That  they  may  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  470.     L.  M.     Hyde. 

Cumberland.      Blendon.     Chatham. 
The  restoration  of  Israel. 

1  f  1 1HE  Lord  will  not  forget  the  grace 

I     Reserv'd  for  faithful  Abra'm's  race  ; 
His  love  their  wand'rings  shall  restore, 
And  guide  them,  that  they  stray  no  more. 

2  Israel !  'tis  thine  accepted  day, 

Thy  God  himself  prepares  the  way  ; — 
Behold  his  ensign  from  afar — 
Behold,  the  light  of  Jacob's  Star. 

3  That  Star,  which  once  on  Bethle'm  rose, 
A  token  on  thy  mountain  glows, 

The  morn  of  earth's  blest  jubilee 
Sheds  its  sweet  early  light  on  thee. 

4  And  thou,  who  once  on  Israel's  ground, 
A  homeless  wanderer  wast  found, 
Redeemer,  on  thy  heav'nly  throne, 

Still  call  that  ancient  church  thine  own  ; — 

5  Bid  her  departed  light  return, 

Thy  holy  splendor  round  her  burn  ; — 
From  prostrate  Judah's  ruins  raise 
A  living  temple  to  thy  praise. 

HYMN  471.     L.M. 

Nantwich.     Portugal.     Moreton. 
Prayer  for  the  success  of  the  gospel. 

1   TNDULGENT  God,  to  thee  we  pray  ; 
I    Be  with  us  on  this  solemn  day  : 

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MONTHLY    CONCERT.  472. 

Our  brethren  bless,  their  zeal  approve, 
That  zeal  which  burns  to  spread  thy  love. 
With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed, 
Where'er  thy  providence  shall  lead  : 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  their  work  befriend, 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend. 
Let  num'rous  solemn  crowds  be  found, 
Anxious  to  hear  the  gospel  sound  ; 
And  rude  barbarians,  bond  and  free, 
In  suppliant  throngs,  resort  to  thee. 
Where  pagan  altars  now  are  built, 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human,  spilt, 
There  may  the  bleeding  cross  be  rear'd, 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  rever'd. 

HYMN  472.     L.  M. 

Old  Hundred.     Bicester.     Blendon. 

OTHOU,  who  from  thy  glorious  throne, 
Hast  sent  thy  servants  to  proclaim 
Salvation  to  a  world  undone, 
And  sound  thro'  all  the  earth  thy  name  ; 
Succeed  their  efforts  who  invite 
The  wand'ring,  wretched  outcasts  home  ; 
And  let  thy  sov'reign  Spirit's  might 
Compel  the  heathen  world  to  come. 

From  Afric's  burning,  arid  sands, 
And  Asia's  mild,  resplendent  sky  ; 
Let  converts,  from  the  heathen  lands, 
As  doves  unto  their  windows  fly. 
With  Europe  may  they  join  to  bless 
The  Saviour's  name,  his  praise  prolong ; 
And  Islands  of  the  Southern  seas 
Join  with  America  the  song. 

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473,  474.  MONTHLY    CONCERT. 

HYMN  473.     L.  M. 

Blendon.     Truro. 

1  ^<  OV'REIGN  of  worlds !  display  thy  pow'r, 
►^  Be  this  thy  Zion's  favor'd  hour  ; 

Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 
On  wilds  and  continents  unknown  ; 
And  be  the  universe  thine  own. 

3  Speak !  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice ; 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

HYMN  474.      C.  M. 

Springfield.     Barby.     St.  Martin's. 
Matt,  xxviii.  18. 

1  £^\  RE  AT  Saviour,  let  thy  pow'r  divine 
\JT  O'er  all  the  earth  be  known  ; 

Let  all,  to  thee,  their  will  resign, 
And  make  thy  will  their  own. 

2  Perversion  marks  the  guilty  way, 

Which  heathens  madly  tread  ; 
From  all  thy  laws  they  go  astray, 
And  hasten  to  the  dead. 

3  Thou,  Saviour-God,  hast  pow'r  alone 

To  turn  their  wand'rinor  feet, 
To  bend  their  souls  before  thy  throne, 
Low  at  thy  mercy-seat : 

4  For  all  the  pow'r,  beneath,  above, 

Thy  wounded  hands  sustain  ; 
Then  sway  the  sceptre  of  thy  love, 
And  let  thy  mercy  reign. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.        475,  476,  477, 

HYMN  475.     L.  M. 

Bath.     Chatham. 

1  ~]%/W~ILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground, 
1TI    Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound ; 

Lord,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

2  Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell ; 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 

A  gen'rous,  wise  and  tender  heart. 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share  : 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliv'rance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

HYMN  476.     L.  M. 

Kent.     Lejden.     Luton. 

1  T    OOK  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 

1  A  And  view  the  desolations  round ; 
See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

2  Lord,  let  the  gospel- trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar  ; 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

3  Let  Satan's  cruel  kingdom  shake, — 

The  realms  of  darkness  and  of  sin : 
Messiah  now  his  empire  take — 
In  ev'ry  sou]  his  reign  begin. 

HYMN  477.     L.  M. 

Blendon.     Bicester. 
Isa.  li.  9. 

RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake, 

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478.  MONTHLY   CONCERT. 

And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  :" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt — 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ! 

But  to  each  conscience  be  apply 'd 
The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God,  ihy  grace  proclaim, 
In  ev'ry  land,  of  ev'ry  name ; 

Let  adverse  pow'rs  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour — Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  478.     8,  7,  4. 

Jordan.     Tamworth. 
For  the  influences  of  the  Spirit. 

1  1l7J7"HO  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

j  j     Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favor, 
Heathens  will  be  still  the  same  : 

Mighty  Spirit ! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promis'd  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come  and  bless  bewilder'd  nations, 

Change  our  pray'rs  and  tears  to  praise ; 

Promis'd  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 
J  All  our  hopes,  and  pray'rs,  and  labors 
Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid  : 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us — 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said  : 

Faithful  Spirit ! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.     479,  480. 

HYMN  479.     L.  M.     Rippon. 

Luther's  Hymn,     Kent.     China.] 
The  latter  day  glory. 

1  mm  THEN  will  the  happy  trump  proclaim 

V  j      The  judgment  of  the  martyr'd  Lamb  ! 
When  shall  the  captive  troops  be  free, 
And  keep  th'  eternal  jubilee  ! 

2  Hasten  it,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  land, — 
Send  thou  thine  angels  and  command; 
"  Go,  sound  deliv'rance — loudly  blow- 
Salvation  to  the  saints  below  !" 

3  We  long  to  have  the  day  appear, 
The  promis'd,  great  Sabbatic  year; 
When,  far  from  grief,  and  sin,  and  hell, 
Israel  in  ceaseless  peace  shall  dwell. 

4  Till  then,  we  will  not  let  thee  rest — 
Thou  still  shalt  hear  our  strong  request ; 
And  this  our  daily  pray'r  shall  be, 
Lord,  sound  the  trump  of  jubilee  ! 

HYMN  480.     C.  M.     Tappan. 

Colchester.     Florence.     Wareham. 
Arise,  shine, — Isa.  Ix.   1. 

1  XX ARK !  'tis  the  Prophet  of  the  skies 

B    1,  Proclaims  redemption  near  ; 
The  night  of  death  and  bondage  flies, 
The  dawning  tints  appear. 

2  Zion,  from  deepest  shades  of  gloom, 

Awakes  to  glorious  day ; 
Her  desert  wastes  with  verdure  bloom, 
Her  shadows  flee  away. 

3  The  glad'ning  news,  convey 'd  afar, 

Remotest  nations  hear ; 
To  welcome  Judah's  rising  Star, 
The  ransom'd  tribes  appear. 

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481,  482.  MONTHLY    CONCERT, 

4  Fair  Lebanon  shall  hear  his  voice, 
And  lands  where  Jordan  flows, 
With  Sharon's  desert  shall  rejoice, 
And  blossom  as  the  rose. 

HYMN  481.     C.  M.     Logan. 

Braintree.     New  Cambridge,     Keene. 
Mic.  iv.   1—5. 

1  "OEHOLD  !  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
-V  In  latter  days  shall  rise 

Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  ; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  courts  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  ev'ry  land; 
The  King  who  reigns  on  Zion's  tow'rs, 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encount'ring  hosts, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come  then — Oh,  come  from  ev'ry  land, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  : 
And  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

HYMN  482.     L.  M.     Hyde. 

Luton.     Blendon. 
Luke  i.  78. 

1   TVEHOLD  the  glorious  dawning  bright 
JO  Of  the  mill  ©  nnial  morn  arise, 
The  prelude  of  the  promis'd  light 
Now  gladdens  the  expecting  skies  ! 


MONTHLY    CONCERT.  483,  484 


2  And  shall  not  those  awake,  who  claim 

Their  hearts  and  hopes  on  high  to  place  ; 
Who  bear  the  Saviour's  sacred  name, 
While  he  displays  his  boundless  grace ! 

3  Lo,  Jesus  comes  !  his  people  know 

The  goings  of  their  glorious  King — 
He  rends  the  heav'ns,  the  mountains  flow, 
And  his  redeem'd  his  triumph  sing. 

4  How  sweet  his  j peaceful  reign  shall  be, 

His  sway  shall  all  the  nations  own, 

All  tongues  shall  bless  him — -ev'ry  knee 

Shall  bow  submissive  to  his  throne. 

HYMN  483.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

Old  Hundred.       Luther's    H.       Malmsbury. 
Thy  kingdom  come.     Matt.  vi.  10. 

1  A    SCEND  thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 
/\_  And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad; 

Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known,  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face  ; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name  ; 
Be  thou  thro'  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 

HYMN  484.      L.  M. 

Luther's  H.      Malmsbury. 
1  T3 RIGHT  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
-*-*  Vast  as  the  blessings  he  conveys, 
Wide  as  his  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  permanent  as  his  control  : 

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485,  486.  MONTHLY   CONCERT. 

2  So,  Jesus,  let  thy  kingdom  come — 
Then  sin  and  hell's  terrific  gloom 
Shall,  at  his  brightness,  flee  away, 
The  dawn  of  an  eternal  day. 

HYMN  485.     C.  M. 

Clifford,     Steffam's.     Keene. 
Prince  of  Peace. 

1  "W"   ET  saints  on  earth  their  anthems  raise, 

I  J  Who  taste  the  Saviour's  grace  : 
Let  heathens  too  proclaim  his  praise, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace." 

2  Praise  him  who  laid  his  glory  by, 

For  man's  apostate  race  ; 
Praise  him,  who  stoop'd  to  bleed  and  die, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace." 

3  Ye  nations,  lay  your  weapons  down, 

Let  war  for  ever  cease  ; 
Immanuel  for  your  Sov'reign  own, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace." 

4  We  soon  shall  reach  the  heav'nly  shore,. 

To  view  his  lovely  face ; 
His  name  for  ever  to  adore, 

And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace." 

HYMN  486.     8, 7.     Kelly. 

Tabernacle.      Drummond. 
Isa.  ii.  2. 

1  "       I  ARK !  a  cry  among  the  nations  I 
1    I    "  Come,  and  let  us  seek  the  Lord : 
Vain  our  former  expectations ; 

Vain  the  idols  we  ador'd : 
Zion's  King  is  God  alone  : 
Let  us  bow  before  his  throne." 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.         487. 

See !  from  ev'ry  quarter  flowing, 

Joyful  crowds  assemble  round: 
Love,  in  ev'ry  heart  is  glowing : 

Praise  is  heard  in  ev'ry  sound ; 
While  Jehovah  shows  his  face, 
Glory  fills  the  sacred  place. 
Weapons  meant  for  mutual  slaughter 

Now  are  instruments  of  peace ; 
They  who  taste  the  living  water, 

Learn  from  war  and  strife  to  cease : 
Jesus  reigns — the  earth  is  still — 
All  the  nations  do  his  wilL 

HYMN  487.     7s.     Montgomery, 

Hotham.     [Middleton; 
Rev.  xiv.  2,  3. 

HARK!  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore : — 
Hallelujah !  for  the  Lord, 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign ; 
Hallelujah !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 
Hallelujah !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  depth  unto  the  skies^ 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  : — 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furl'd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword  :  he  speaks :  'tis  done  ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 
He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway : 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heav'ns  have  pass'd  away : — 
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488,  489.         MISSIONARY  MEETINGS. 

Then  the  end ; — beneath  his  rod, 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 

Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


MISSIONARY   MEETINGS. 
HYMN  488.      L.  M.     Collyer. 

Luther's  Hymn.     Leeds.     Bath. 
For  Missionary  Associations. 

A    SSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
XJL_  Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 
The  voice  that  marshall'd  ev'ry  star, 
Has  call'd  thy  people  from  afar. 
We  meet,  thro'  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Along  the  line — to  either  poJe — 
The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 
First,  bow  our  hearts  beneath  thy  sway  : 
Then  give  thy  growing  empire  way, 
O'er  wastes  of  sin — o'er  fields  of  blood — 
Till  all  mankind  shall  be  subdu'd. 
Our  pray'rs  assist — accept  our  praise — 
Our  hopes  revive — our  courage  raise — 
Our  counsels  aid — and  Oh !  impart 
The  single  eye — the  faithful  heart ! 
Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recal  the  wand'ring  Spirit  home  : 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

HYMN  489.     L.  M.    Voke. 

Leyden.     China.     Leeds. 

BEHOLD  th'  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,,  the  dawn  appears  : 

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MISSIONARY  MEETINGS.  490,  49 1 . 

Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 

2  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow, 
The  exil'd  captive,  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

3  Come,  let  us  with  a  grateful  heart 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  pray'rs  and  off 'rings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

4  Invite  the  world  to  come  and  prove 
A  Saviour's  condescending  love  ; 
And  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
Assur'd  they  shall  acceptance  meet. 

HYMN  490.     L.  M. 

Armley.     Luton. 

1  TNDULGENT  God  of  love  and  pow'r, 

1    Be  with  us  at  this  solemn  hour ! 
Smile  on  our  souls  ;  our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  Let  each  discordant  thought  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one ; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are  combine, 

To  forward  objects  so  divine. 

HYMN  491.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Plymouth.     Buckingham. 

1  f  H  1HE  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 

i.     From  his  celestial  throne  ; 
And,  when  the  wicked  swarm  around, 
He  well  discerns  his  own. 

2  He  sees  the  tender  hearts  that  mourn 

The  scandals  of  the  times, 
And  join  their  efforts  to  oppose 
The  wide-prevailing  crimes. 

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492.  MISSIONARY  MEETINGS. 

3  Low  to  the  social  band  he  bows 
His  still  attentive  ear ; 
And,  while  his  angels  sing  around, 
Delights  their  voice  to  hear. 

HYMN  492.     7,  6.     Bp.  Heber. 

Margate.     Romain. 

1  iilROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
r     From  India's  coral  strand  ; 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  tho'  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Tho'  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  1 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
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MISSIONARY  MEETINGS.  493,    494. 

Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN  493.     S.  M.    Voke. 

Shirland.   Northampton. 
Ordination  and  departure  of  Missionaries. 

1  "W^E  Messengers  of  Christ, 

■      His  sov'reign  voice  obey ; 

Arise  !  and  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve, 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  fame  : 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace 
To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 
Of  Adam's  num'rous  race. 

5  We  wish  you  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success  ; 
Assur'd  that  he  who  sends  you  forth 
Will  your  endeavors  bless. 

HYMN  494.      L.  M. 

New  Hundredth.     Chatham.     Malmsbury. 
1    i^  O,  much  lov'd  brethren,  haste  and  rear 
^J  The  gospel  standard,  void  of  fear  : 
Go,  seek  with  joy  your  destin'd  shore, 
To  view  your  native  land  no  more. 

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495.  MISSIONARY    MEETINGS. 

2  Yes — Christian  Heroes  !  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  barren  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

3  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempests  into  peace. 

4  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet  with  the  blood  bought  throng  to  fall 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all ! 

HYMN  495.      C.  M. 

Colchester.  Clarendon.    Keene. 

1  /^1  O,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 
^-J~  Ye  messengers  of  God  ; 

Go,  publish,  thro'  Immanuel's  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

2  What  tho'  your  arduous  track  may  lie 

Thro'  regions  dark  as  death  ; 
What  tho'  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try, 
Perils  beset  your  path  : 

3  Yet,  with  determin'd  courage,  go, 

And,  arm'd  with  pow'r  divine, 
Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 
And  on  your  labors  shine. 

4  He  who  has  call'd  you  to  the  war 

Will  recompense  your  pains  ; 
Before  Messiah's  conqu'ring  car, 
Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

5  Shrink  not  tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose, 

But  plead  your  Master's  cause  ; 
Nor  doubt  that  e'en  your  mighty  foes 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 
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MISSIONARY  MEETINGS.         496,    497. 

HYMN  496.     C.  M.     B. 

York.     Braintree. 

GO,  messenger  of  love,  and  bear, 
Upon  thy  gentle  wing, 
The  song  which  seraphs  love  to  hear, 

And  angels  joy  to  sing. 
Go,  to  the  heart  with  sin  opprest, 

And  dry  the  sorrowing  tear ; 
Extract  the  thorn  that  wounds  the  breast, 

The  drooping  spirit  cheer. : 
Go,  say  to  Zion,  "  Jesus  reigns" — 

By  his  resistless  pow'r, 
He  binds  his  enemies  with  chains ; 

They  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

Tell  how  the  Holy  Spirit  flies, 

As  he  from  heav'n  descends — 
Arrests  his  proudest  enemies, 
And  changes  them  to  friends. 
HYMN  497.    6,  4. 
Hymn  to  the  Trinity.     St.  Clements. 

1  C<  OUND,  sound  the  truth  abroad, 
£3  Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Thro'  the  wide  world  ; 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne, 

Satan  is  hurl'd. 

2  Far  over  sea  and  land, 

'Tis  our  Lord's  own  command, 

Bear  ye  his  name  ; 
Bear  it  to  ev'ry  shore, 
Regions  unknown  explore, 
Enter  at  ev'ry  door — 

Silence  is  shame. 

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498.  MISSIONARY    MEETINGS. 

3  Speed  on  the  wings  of  love, 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 

Bids  us  to  fly : 
They  who  his  message  bear, 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear-; 
He  will  their  friend  appear ; 

He  will  be  nigh. 

4  When  on  the  mighty  deep, 
He  will  their  spirits  keep, 

Stay'd  on  his  word  ; 
When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand — 

Jesus,  their  Lord. 

5  Ye  who  forsaking  all, 

At  your  lov  'd  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign ; 
Soon  will  your  work  be  done  ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won  ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun, 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 
HYMN  498.      7s.     J.  Marsden. 

Middleton.     Hotham. 
Markxvi.  15. 

1  d^i  O,  ye  messengers  of  God, 

HjT  Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly  ; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high  ! 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle 

On  the  bosom  of  the  deep  ; 
Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile, 
And  the  blacks  for  ever  weep. 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 

Spread  the  Gospel's  richest  least. 
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MISSIONARY   MEETINGS.  499 

4  Visit  ev'rj  heathen  soil, 

Ev'ry  barren,  burning  strand, 
Bid  each  dreary  region  shine,    . 
Lovely  as  the  promis'd  land. 

5  In  yon  wilds  of  stream  and  shade, 

Many  an  Indian  wigwam  trace  ; 
And  with  words  of  love  persuade 
Savages  to  sue  for  grace. 

6  Circumnavigate  the  Ball — 

Visit  ev'ry  soil  and  sea  ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all ; 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and  free. 

HYMN  499.     8,  7,  4.     Baldwin. 

Tamworth.     Littleton. 
Farewell  to  Missionaries. 

1  ^\  O,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 

\JT  Go,  proclaim  '  Redeeming  blood  f 
Publish  to  that  barb'rous  nation, 

Peace  and  pardon  from  our  God : 
Tell  the  heathen, 

None  but  Christ  can  do  them  good. 

2  "While  the  gospel  trump  you're  sounding 

May  the  Spirit  seal  the  word, 
And,  thro'  sov'reign  grace  abounding, 
Heathen  bow  and  own  the  Lord ; 

Idols  leaving, 
God  alone  shall  be  ador'd. 

3  Distant  tho'  our  souls  are  blending, 

Still  our  hearts  are  warm  and  true  ; 
In  our  pray'rs  to  heav'n  ascending, 
Brethren — we'll  remember  you ; 

Heav'n  preserve  you, 
Safely  all  your  journey  through. 

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600.  MISSIONARY  MEETINGS. 

4  When  your  mission  here  is  fmish'd, 

And  your  work  on  earth  is  done. 
May  your  souls,  by  grace  replenished, 
Find  acceptance  thro'  the  Son  ; 

Thence  admitted, 
Dwell  for  ever  near  his  throne. 

5  Loud  hosannas  now  resounding, 

Make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring  : 
Grace  to  sinful  men  abounding, 
Ransom'd  millions  sweetly  sing  ; 

While,  with  rapture, 
All  adore  their  heav'nly  King. 

HYMN  500.     C.  M. 

Steffani's.     Braintree. 
The  Missionaries'  farewell. 

1  "  W7~  INDRED,  and  friends,  and  native  land, 
J^_   How  shall  we  say  farewell? 

How,  when  our  swelling  sails  expand, 
How  will  our  bosoms  swell ! 

2  Yes,  nature,  all  thy  soft  delights, 

And  tender  ties  we  know ; 
But  love,  more  strong  than  death,  unites 
To  Hirn  that  bids  us  go. 

3  Thus,  when  our  ev'ry  passion  mov'd, 

The  gushing  tear-drop  starts  ; 

The  cause  of  Jesus  more  belov'd, 

Shall  glow  within  our  hearts. 

4  The  sighs  we  breathe  for  precious  souls, 

Where  He  is  yet  unknown, 
Might  waft  us  to  the  distant  poles, 
Or  to  the  burning  zone. 

5  With  the  warm  wish  our  bosoms  swell, 

Our  glowing  pow'rs  expand  ; 
Farewell, — then  we  can  say, — Farewell, 
Our  friends,  our  native  land  ! 
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COLLECTIONS.  50 1 ,  502- 

HYMN  501.     L.M. 

Kingsbridge.     Armley. 

FAREWELL  !  and  what  if  next  we  meet 
In  yonder  world  to  which  we  haste, 
And  join  to  cast  at  Jesus'  feet 
Our  crowns,  while  we  his  love  shall  taste. 
Should  sorrow  therefore  fill  our  mind  f 
No  ;  let  that  hope  our  bosoms  swell, 
Then  may  we  smiling  look  behind 
And  saj  to  friends  and  home — Farewell. 


COLLECTIONS. 
HYMN  502.      L.  M.      Gibbons. 

Bostock.     Bicester.     Truro. 
Acts  x.  38. 

1  TT7HEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 

▼  ▼    What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  thro'  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank  ; 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he,  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


503,  504.  COLLECTIONS. 

HYMN  503.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Springfield.     York.      St.  Ann's. 
The  good  Samaritan.     Luke  x.  30 — 37. 

1  B.1ATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 
JP    All  pow'rful  from  above, 

To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breast 

That  generous  pleasure  know  ; 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress  are  laid  ; 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  men, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies  ; 
And  midst  th'  embraces  of  thy  love, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground ; 
And  gave  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  wound. 

HYMN  504.     8,  7.     Francis. 

Sicilian  H.     Northampton-Chapel. 

1  ~^Tt7"HILE  the  heralds  of  salvation 

j  j     God's  abounding  grace  proclaim  ; 
Let  his  friends  of  ev'ry  station, 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  name. 

2  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted — 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know ; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted — 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  505,  506. 

Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations — 
Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 

Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine — victorious  love. 


TIMES    AND     SEASONS. 
HYMN  505.     C.  M. 

Wareham.     Florence. 
JWorning. 

1  TT7HEN  we,with  welcome  slumber  press'd, 

*  *    Had  clos'd  our  weary  eyes, 
A  pow'r  unseen  secur'd  our  rest, 
And  made  us  joyful  rise. 

2  Numbers  this  night  have  doubtless  met 

Their  long  eternal  doom ; 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light, 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

3  But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs, — 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
Great  God,  accept  our  morning  songs, 
Our  willing  sacrifice. 

HYMN  506.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Braintree.     Rochester. 

L  f^i  RE  AT  God,  preserved  by  thine  arm, 
\JT  I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night ; 
Serene — and  safe  from  ev'ry  harm, 
And  see  returning  light. 

2  Oh,  let  the  same  Almighty  care 

My  wakeful  hours  defend; 

From  ev'ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare, 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

3  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 

28*  o>&9 


507,  508.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

HYMN  507.     C.  M.     J.  Steward. 

Bray.     Barby.     Clarendon. 

1  ^<  HOULD  God  forbid  the  sun  to  rise, 
►^  And  endless  darkness  reign, 
Justice  would  silence  ev'ry  mouth, 

Nor  let  a  thought  complain. 

2  Thus  had  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 

Never  arose  and  shone, 
The  frowning  heav'ns  had  flash'd  with  wrath, 
For  crimes  which  wTe  have  done. 

3  Then  had  salvation  ne'er  appear'd, 

Nor  angels  sung  of  peace  ; 
The  anthem  never  had  begun, 
Which  now  will  never  cease. 

4  But  thanks  to  God,  the  nat'ral  sun, 

Does  light  and  heat  convey ; 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  will  shine 
An  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  508.     C.  M. 

Bray.     Colchester. 
Mark  i.  35. 

1  "]%/ff  Y  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 
_|_TJL  Arose  before  'twas  day  ; 

A.nd  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord — 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace ; 

I  love  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 

And  view  his  smiling  face. 

3  Early  I'll  rise,  and  sing  and  pray, 

While  I  the  light  enjoy  ; 
May  this  bless'd  work,  from  day  to  day, 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 


TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  509,  510. 

HYMN  509.     7s. 

Pleyel's.     RedeemiDg  Love. 

1  "T^TOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
JJl    Now  the  morning  light  is  come  ; 
Lord,  may  I  be  thine  to-day — 

Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  my  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

Help  me  labor,  help  me  pray. 

3  Keep  my  haughty  passions  bound — 
Save  me  from  my  foes  around ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  me  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 

4  When  my  work  of  life  is  past, 
Oh  !  receive  me  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 

HYMN  510.     C.  M. 

Colchester.     Barby. 
Evening. 

1  TNDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  care, 

I    I've  pass'd  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
And  ev'ry  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 

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511,  512.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

Let  me  to  heav'n  and  glory  rise, 
T'  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 

HYMN  511.     C.  M.     H.  K.  White. 

York.     Mear. 

1  /^k  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 
\_J  And  we,  a  lonely  band, 

Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thou  bend  a  list'ning  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt !  for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  we  are  less  than  they. 

4  Oh,  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part, 

And  let  contention  cease  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  ev'ry  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 

HYMN  512.     S.  M. 

Yarmouth.     Wirks  worth. 
1  ri  1HE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
1      The  ev'ning  shades  appear ; 
Oh,  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 
I  I  lay  my  garments  by, 
Upon  my  bed  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence, 
And  leave  my  soul  undrest. 
3  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS*  513,  514. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run : 

5  That  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 
Lord,  I  may  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  513.     L.  M.     Collyer. 

Old  Hundred.     Kent. 

THE  night  shall  hear  me  raise  my  song. 
And  in  her  silent  courts  my  tongue 
Shall  pour  the  solitary  lay, 
For  all  the  mercies  of  the  day. 
Nor  will  my  God  disdain  to  hear 
The  sigh  I  breathe — the  fervent  pray'r  ; 
When,  sinking  to  oblivious  rest, 
I  seek  the  pillow  of  his  breast. 
And  when  the  blushing  morn  shall  rise, 
To  tinge  with  gold  the  eastern  skies  ; 
With  strength  renew'd,  my  thankful  lay 
Shall  hail  the  new-born  beams  of  day. 

HYMN  514.     8s.     Toplady. 

Bethany.      Lambeth. 

INSPIRER  and  Hearer  of  pray'r, 
Before  whom  a  sinner  may  bend ; 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 

I  sleeping  or  waking  commend. 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 
From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 
I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  be  nigh ; 

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515,  516.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

And  songs  his  kind  presence  indeed, 
Shall  in  the  night  season  supply. 
4  He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound ; 
His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend ; 

And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 

HYMN  515.      C.  M. 

Clarendon.      Bray. 
Saturday  night. 

1  "DEGONE,  my  worldly  cares,  away, 
-D  Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight ; 

Let  me  begin  th'  ensuing  day, 
Before  I  end  this  night. 

2  Yes,  let  the  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 

Employ  my  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Begin,  my  soul ; — thy  Sabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long. 

3  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 

Excite  a  grateful  frame  ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 

4  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 

My  hopes  to  heav'n  ascend  ; 
I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 
With  thee  the  day  to  spend. 

HYMN  516.     L.  M.     Stennett. 

Gluercy.     Portugal.     Blendon. 
The  Sabbath. 

1  A   NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
f\    Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 

Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest — 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  bless'd. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  weary  minds  ; 

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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  517. 

Provides  an  antepast  of  heav'n, 
And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  sev'n. 

3  O,  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  heav'n  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

4  This  heav'nly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

HYMN  517.      C.  M. 

Clarendon.     Clifford.      Springfield. 

1  W^T7~HEN,  on  the  third  auspicious  day, 

j  Y      While  yet  the  blushing  dawn 
Shed  forth  its  earliest  smiling  ray 
To  guild  the  rising  morn  ; 

2  The  "  holy  women"  sought  the  place 

Where  their  belov'd  was  laid, 
And  shining  angels  preach'd  the  grace 
That  rais'd  him  from  the  dead ; 

3  They  hasted  from  the  hallo  w'd  ground, 

Where  his  dear  flesh  had  lain, 
To  tell  his  mourning  friends  around, 
That  Jesus  lives  again. 

4  This  day,  as  days  of  older  time, 

Is  one  of  heav'nly  joy ; 
Good  tidings  reach  to  ev'ry  clime, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  employ. 

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518,    519.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

HYMN  518.     CM.      Brown. 

Barby.     Mear.     York. 
Evening  of  the  Lord's  day. 

1  TjlREQUENTthe  day  of  God  returns 

r     To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ; 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love — 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  : 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air, 

With  heav'nly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

HYMN  519.    L.  M.    Doddridge. 

Antigua.  Winchester. 
The  eternal  Sabbath.      Heb.  iv.  9. 

1  fTTlHINE  earthly  Sabbaths  Lord,  we  love  ; 

1      But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  o-roans  to  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
Obscures  the  lustre  of  thy  throne. 

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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  520,  521 

4  Around  thy  throne,  grant  we  may  meet, 
And  give  us  but  the  lowest  seat ; 
We'll  shout  thy  praise,  and  join  the  song 
Of  the  triumphant,  holy  throng. 
HYMN  520.     C.  M. 

Springfield.     Wareham.     Barby. 
Winter. 

1  ^JEE,  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 
^O  Has  stript  the  verdant  ground ! 
But  spring  will  soon  his  rage  withstand, 

And  spread  new  beauties  round. 

2  My  soul  a  sharper  winter  mourns  ; 

And  fruitless  I  remain  ; 
When  will  the  gentle  spring  return, 
The  graces  grow  again? 

3  Jesus,  my  glorious  Sun,  arise — 

This  frozen  heart  remove : 
O,  hush  these  storms,  and  clear  my  skies, 
And  let  me  feel  thy  love  ! 

HYMN  521.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Colchester.     York. 
Spring,  or  return  of  joy. 

1  A   T  length  the  wish'd  for  spring  has  come ; 
f\    How  alter'd  is  the  scene  ! 

The  trees  and  shrubs  are  drest  in  bloom, 
The  earth  array'd  in  green. 

2  I  see  my  Saviour  from  on  high, 

Break  through  the  clouds  and  shine ; 
No  creatnre  now  more  blest  than  I, 
No  song  more  loud  than  mine. 

3  Thy  word  does  all  my  hopes  revive ; 

It  overcomes  my  foes  ; 
It  makes  my  languid  graces  thrive, 
And  blossom  like  the  rose. 

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522,  523.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

4  Dear  Lord,  a  monument  I  stand, 
Of  what  thy  grace  can  do  ; 
Uphold  me  by  thy  gracious  hand, 
Each  changing  season  through. 
HYMN  522.     L.M.     Strong.. 

Old  Hundred.     Bath.     Leeds. 
Summer,  or  the  great  Harvest.     Matt.  xiii.  39. 

1  fi  1HE  summer  harvest  spreads  the  field, 

1     Mark  how  the  whitening  hills  are  turn'd ! 
Behold  them  to  the  reapers  yield  ; — 
The  wheat  is  sav'd — the  tares  are  burn'd. 

2  Thus  the  great  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
Descends  to  reap  the  ripen'd  earth  ! 
Angelic  guards  attend  him  down, 

The  same  who  sang  his  humble  birth. 

3  In  sounds  of  glory  hear  him  speak, 

"  Go  search  around  the  flaming  world ; 
Haste — call  my  saints  to  rise,  and  take 
The  seats  from  which  their  foes  were  hurird. 

4  Go,  burn  the  chaff  in  endless  fire, 

In  flames  unquench'd,  consume  each  tare  ; 
Sinners  must  feel  my  holy  ire, 
And  sink  in  guilt — to  deep  despair." 

5  Thus  ends  the  harvest  of  the  earth  : — 
Angels  obey  the  awful  voice  ; 

They  save  the  wheat,  they  burn  the  chafT; 
All  heav'n  approves  the  sov'reign  choice. 
HYMN  523.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Malmsbury.     Spring.     China. 
The  Seasons.     Ps.  lxv.  11. 

1  J  fl  1HE  flow'ry  spring  at  God's  command, 
B      Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  524,    525. 

%  His  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
Thro'  all  her  coasts,  redundant  stores : 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  his  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

3  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 

And  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade. 

4  And  Oh,  may  each  harmonious  tongue 
In  words  unknown  the  praise  prolong ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

HYMN  524.      C.  M.     Newton. 

Lutzen.     Bray, 
New  Year. 

1  "TVfOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
JL  i    And  make  thy  glory  known ; 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 

May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

HYMN  525.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Chapel.  Walsal. 

I  ^^1 OME,  Lord,  and  bless  the  rising  race  ! 
%>y  Make  this  a  happy  hour, 

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526.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS, 

According  to  thy  richest  grace, 
And  thine  almighty  pow'r, 

2  Dear  youth,  we  know  your  sinful  state — 

May  God  your  hearts  renew  ! 
We  would  awhile  ourselves  forget 
To  pour  out  pray'r  for  you. 

3  We  see,  tho7  you  perceive  it  not, 

Th'  approaching,  awful  doom  ! 
Oh,  tremble  at  the  solemn  thought, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come  1 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  this  new-born  year 

Spread  an  alarm  abroad ; 
And  cry  in  ev'ry  careless  ear, 
"  Prepare  to  meet  thy  God !" 

HYMN  526.     5,  6,  11.     Har.  Sacra, 

New  Year.     Amesbury. 

1  piOME^etus  anew, 
^-^  Our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear ; 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  glady  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away  ; 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view  and  eternity's  near. 

3  Oh,  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  527,    528. 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  "through,         [do  I' 
I  have  nnish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

Oh,  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done, 
Enter  into  my  joy  and  sit  down  on  my  throne !" 
HYMN  527.      C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Parma.     Braintree.     Clifford. 
Close  of  the  year.      Rom.  xiii.  11. 

1  A   WAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
r\    And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 

Awake,  and  praise  that  sov'reign  love, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day  \ 
Welcome  each  closing  year ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course  ; 

Ye  mortal  pow'rs,  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

HYMN  528.     C.  M.     Bemudge. 

Clarendon.    Springfield. 
JMarriage. 

1  ^<  INCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
£^  To  grace  a  marriage  feast  ; 

O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 

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529,  530.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 

That  they  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

4  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er ; 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 

HYMN  529.     L.  M.     Lee. 

Olney.     Truro.     Portugal. 
JWarriage. 

1  1T1TITH  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays, 

▼  *     We  bow  before  th'  Eternal  throne, 
And  offer  up  our  humble  praise, 
To  him  whose  name  is  God  alone. 

2  On  this  auspicious  eve,  draw  near, 

And  shed  thy  richest  blessings  down  ; 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  with  love  sincere, 
And  all  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

3  Grant  now  thy  presence,  gracious  Lord, 

And  harken  to  our  fervent  pray'r  ; 
The  nuptial  vow  in  heav'n  record, 
And  bless  the  newly  married  pair. 

4  Oh,  guide  them  safe,  this  desert  through, 

Mid  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ; 
At  length  with  joy  thy  face  to  view, 
In  fairer,  better  worlds  above. 

HYMN  530.     L.  M.     Proud. 

Chatham.     Sterling. 
JWarriage. 

1  "1T7ITH  cheerful  voices  rise  and  sing 
*  *     The  praises  of  our  God  and  King  ; 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  531 

For  he  alone  can  minds  unite, 
And  bless  with  conjugal  delight. 

2  Oh,  may  this  pair  increasing  find 
Substantial  pleasures  of  the  mind ; 
Happy  together  may  they  be, 
And  both  united,  Lord,  to  thee. 

3  So  may  they  live  as  truly  one ; 

And  when  their  work  on  earth  is  done, 
Rise,  hand  in  hand,  to  heav'n,  and  share 
The  joys  of  love  for  ever  there. 

HYMN  531.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Wells.     Bath. 
Welcome  to  christian  friends. 

1  "ORETHREN,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake, 
J3  A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give  ! 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  ! 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  Iheme, 
When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise, 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
His  suff  'rings  and  his  dying  love, 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 

5  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  lovre,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

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532,  533.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

HYMN  532.      C.  M. 

Barby.     Newmark. 
At  parting, 

1  ~1~    ORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
JlJ  And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 

We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  But,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 

That  we  must  part  again  ; 
Oh,  may  thy  special  presence  still, 
With  ev'ry  one  remain. 

3  And  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 
Till  we,  before  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyful  meet  above. 

4  All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 

Shall  then  for  ever  fly ; 
Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part, 
Once  interrupt  our  joy. 

HYMN  533.     S.  M.     Fawcett. 

Little  Marlboro'.     Wirksworth. 

1  "IDLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
-f  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds, 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  534. 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  534.      C.  M. 

Springfield.     Barby.     Newmark. 

1  ri  1HRO'  Christ  when  we  together  came 

I     In  singleness  of  heart, 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name  ; 
And  in  thy  name  we  part. 

2  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind, 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each,  in  Jesus  join'd, 
We  happily  go  on. 

3  Present  in  spirit  still  we  are, 

And  intimately  nigh ; 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  pray'r 
We  Abba,  Father  !  cry. 

4  Oh,  may  thy  Spirit,  dearest  Lord, 

In  all  our  travels  still 
Direct  and  be  our  constant  guard 
To  Zion's  holy  hill. 

5  Oh  !  what  a  joyful  meeting  there, 

Beyond  these  changing  shades ; 
White  are  the  robes  we  then  shall  wear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  heads. 

6  Haste,  Lord,  and  bring  us  to  the  day 

When  we  shall  dwell  at  home ; 

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535,  536,  537.     times  and  seasons. 

Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away ; 
O  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

HYMN  535.     L.  M.     H.  K.  White. 

Luther's  Hymn.     Sterling. 

1  ^^lOME,  christian  brethren!  ere  we  part, 
\^/  Join  every  voice  and  every  heart, 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 

One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 

And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  536.     C.  M.     C.  W. 

Barby.     Newmark. 

1  T3LEST  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 
-D  That  will  not  let  us  part ; 

Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go ; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore  ; 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
And  christians  part  no  more  ! 

HYMN  537.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Armley.     Darwent.     Carthage. 

1  ■  ilAREWELL,  dear  friends,  a  short  farewell, 
Jj    Till  we  shall  meet  again  above, 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  538,  539. 

In  the  sweet  groves  where  pleasures  dwell, 
And  trees  of  life  bear  fruits  of  love. 
2  There  glory  sits  on  ev'ry  face  ; — 
There  friendship  smiles  in  ev'ry  eye  ; 
There  shall  our  tongues  proclaim  the  grace, 
That  led  us  homeward  10  the  sky. 

HYMN  538.     C.  M.     Taylor. 

Walsal.     Chapel. 
Youth. 

1  d^i  OME,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 
V_y  And  think  that  we  must  die  ; 
What  are  our  best  delights  on  earth, 

Compar'd  with  those  on  high  ! 

2  Our  pleasures  here  will  soon  be  past — 

Our  brightest  joys  decay ; 
But  pleasures  there  for  ever  last, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

3  Here  sins  and  sorrows  we  deplore, 

With  many  cares  distrest, 
But  there  the  mourners  weep  no  more, 
And  there  the  weary  rest- 

4  Our  dearest  friends,  when  death  shall  call, 

At  once  must  hence  depart ; 
But  there  we  hope  to  meet  them  all, 
And  never,  never  part- 

5  Then  let  us  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 

With  all  our  youthful  pow'rs  ; 
And  we  shall  gain  this  great  reward, 
This  glory  shall  be  ours. 

HYMN  539.     C.  M.     Logan. 

Brighton.     Clarendon. 
Job  xiv.  2. 

1   jT^i  AY  is  thy  morning  ; — flattering  hope 
VJT  Thy  sprightly  step  attends  ; 

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540,  541-  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

But  soon  the  tempest  howls  behind, 
And  the  dark  night  descends ! 

2  Before  its  splendid  hour,  the  cloud 

Comes  o'er  the  beam  of  light ; 
A  pilgrim  in  a  weary  land, 
Man  tarries  but  a  night ! 

3  Determin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head  ; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing, 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 
HYMN  540.     S.  M. 

St.  Thomas.     Shirland. 
1  Chron.  xxviii.  9. 

1  1%/TY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 
jLTJL  Thy  father's  God  obey ; 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 

His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call  while  he  may  be  found, 

And  seek  him  while  he's  near ; 
Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear, 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 

His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry ; 
Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 
His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heav'n  ; 
Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiv'n- 
HYMN  541.     CM.     Doddridge. 

Springfield.     Colchester. 
Seek  first  the  kingdom.     Matt.  vi.  33. 

1   I^TO  W  let  a  true  ambition  rise, 
11    And  ardor  fire  our  breast, 
To  reign  in  worlds  above  the  skies, 
In  heav'nly  glories  drest. 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  542. 

2  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 

A  radiant  crown  display, 
Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine, 
While  stars  and  suns  decay. 

3  Away,  each  grov'ling,  anxious  care, 

Beneath  a  christian's  thought ; 
Oh,  spring  to  seize  immortal  joys, 
Which  your  Redeemer  bought. 

4  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

The  glorious  prize  pursue  ; 
Nor  shall  ye  want  the  goods  of  earth, 
While  heav'n  is  kept  in  view. 

HYMN  542.      C.  M.     Fawcett. 

Barby.      St.  Ann's. 

1  "O  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 

lib  Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sov'reign  virtue  know  ! 

2  More  needful  this,  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

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543,  544.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

HYMN  543.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Brookfield.      Armley. 

1  FTMHE  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke, 

1      From  Sinai's  top,  in  fire  and  smoke, 
In  gentler  strains  of  gospel  grace, 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  his  face. 

2  Hark !  how  from  Calvary  it  sounds  ; 
From  the  Redeemer's  bleeding  wounds  ; 
"  Pardon  and  grace  I  freely  give, 

Poor  sinner,  look  to  me — and  live." 

3  What  other  arguments  can  move 

The  heart  that  slights  a  Saviour's  love  : 

Yet  till  almighty  pow'r  constrain, 

This  matchless  love  is  preach'd  in  vain. 

4  O  Saviour,  let  that  pow'r  be  felt, 
And  cause  each  stony  heart  to  melt ! 
Deeply  impress  upon  our  youth 
The  light  and  force  of  gospel  truth. 

5  How  will  they  else  thy  presence  bear, 
When  as  a  Judge,  thou  shalt  appear  ; 
When  slighted  love  to  wrath  shall  turn, 
And  the  whole  earth  like  Sinai  burn  ! 

HYMN  544.      L.  M. 

Sterling.     Leyden. 

1  ~^S7"-^  l°veiv  bands  of  blooming  youth, 

jL     Warn'd  by  the  voice  of  heav'nly  truth, 
Now  yield  to  Christ  your  youthful  prime, 
With  all  your  talents  and  your  time. 

2  Think  on  your  end — nor  thoughtless  say, 
"  I'll  put  far  off  the  evil  day  ;" 

Ah  !  not  a  moment's  in  your  pow'r, 
And  death  stands  ready  at  the  door. 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  545,  546. 

3  Eternity  ! — how  near  it  rolls  ! 
Count  the  vast  value  of  jour  souls ! 
Beware  !  and  count  the  awful  cost, 

What  they  have  gain'd  whose  souls  are  lost. 

4  Pride,  sinful  pleasures,  lusts  and  snares, 
Beset  your  hearts,  your  eyes,  your  ears — 
Take  the  alarm — the  danger  fly  ! 

Lord,  save  me,  be  your  earnest  cry. 

HYMN  545.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Warwick.     Armley. 
Vanity  of  the  world. 

1  JT\ HE  joy  that  vain  amusements  give, 

-*-   To  him  who  thoughtless  sports  and  sings, 
Is  like  the  honey  of  a  hive, 

When  guarded  by  a  thousand  stings. 

2  'Tis  thus  the  world  rewards  the  fools 

Who  live  upon  her  treacherous  smiles  ; 
She  leads  them  blindfold,  by  her  rules, 
And  ruins  all  whom  she  beguiles. 

3  'Tis  thus  that  thousands  hasten  down 

From  pleasure  into  endless  wo  ; 
And  with  a  long  despairing  groan, 
Blaspheme  their  Maker  as  they  go. 

4  Warn'd  by  their  woes,  may  we  be  wise, 

Delighting  in  a  Saviour's  charms  ; 
Then  God  will  take  us  to  the  skies, 
Embrac'd  in  everlasting  arms. 
HYMN  546.     C.  M.     Tappan. 

Springfield.      Dorset. 
1  X^E  wander  in  a  thorny  maze, 
*  ™     A  vale  of  doubts  and  fears  ; 
A  night  illum'd  with  sickly  rays, 
A  wilderness  of  tears  : 

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547.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS, 

We  wander,  bound  to  empty  show, 
The  slaves  of  boasted  will ; 

We  wander,  dupes  to  hope  untrue, 
And  love  to  wander  still. 

2  We  wander — while  unfading  joy, 

We  ne'er  with  zest  approve  ; 
The  bliss,  that  sparkles  to  destroy, 

Secures  our  warmest  love. 
Some  syren  leads  our  steps  astray, 

But  speaks  no  peace  within  ; 
We  wander  in  a  flow'ry  way, 

We  wander,  heirs  of  sin  ! 

3  We  wander,  but  tho'  oft  we  roam, 

Led  by  allurements  strong  ; 
Yet  from  our  heav'nly  Father's  home, 

We  would  not  wander  long ! 
Cleanse  us,  O  Saviour !  from  this  stain, 

In  mercy's  living  flood ; 
Restore  the  lost,  and  bring  again 

The  wand'rers  back  to  God. 

HYMN  547.      C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Clifford.     York. 
Pro  v.  viii.  17. 

E  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm, 

A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 
He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 

Your  friendship  to  pursue. 
"  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  548. 

What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  thee  1 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 

Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  1 
Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 

And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

HYMN  548.     S.  M.     Fawcett. 

Watchman.     Froome. 
Prayer  of  a  youth.     Ps.  cxix.  9. 

WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  pray ; 
Oh,  make  me  learn  while  I  am  young, 

How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 
Make  an  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care  ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 

And  fly  from  ev'ry  snare. 
My  heart  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  pow'r  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine. 
Oh,  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  foil' wing  days, 

My  treasure  and  my  joy. 
To  what  Ihy  laws  impart, 

Be  my  whole  soul  inclin'd  ; 
Oh,  let  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 

And  sanctify  my  mind. 
May  thy  young  servant  learn, 

By  these  to  cleanse  his  way ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern 

That  leads  to  endless  day. 

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549,  550.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

HYMN  549.     C.  M.     C.  Wesley. 

Walsal.     Buckingham. 
Middle  Age.     John  ix.  4. 

1  A    ND  have  I  measur'd  half  my  days, 
/\    And  half  my  journey  run, 

Nor  tasted  the  Redeemer's  grace, 
Nor  yet  my  work  begun  1 

2  The  morning  of  my  life  is  past ; 

The  noon  is  almost  o'er ; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast, 
When  I  can  work  no  more. 

3  O  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 
In  mercy  help  my  unbelief, 
And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-sought  blessing  give, 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face,  and  live. 

HYMN  550.     C.  M. 

Martyrs.     Standish. 
Old  Age. 

1  T71 TERNAL  God !  enthron'd  on  high  ! 
JjJ  Whom  angel  hosts  adore  ; 

Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh, 
Thy  presence  I  implore, 

2  Oh,  guide  me  flown  the  steep  of  age, 

And  keep  my  passions  cool ; 
Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practise  ev'ry  rule. 

3  My  flying  years  time  urges  on, 

What's  human  must  decay  : 
My  friends,  my  young  companions,  gone, 
Can  I  expect  to  stay  ? 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  551,  552. 

4  Ah  !  No — then  sooth  the  mortal  hour, 
On  thee  my  hope  depends  ; 
Support  me  with  almighty  pow'r, 
While  dust  to  dust  descends. 

HYMN  551.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Bangor.     Walsal. 
Public  Fast.      Joel  i.  14. 

EE,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

Tremendous  judgments,  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  pow'rs  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 

And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

How  chang'd,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 

Disgrace  the  Christian  name. 
O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 

And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 
Then,  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear ; 
Secure  of  never  failing  aid, 

When  God,  our  God,  is  near. 

HYMN  552.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Reading.     Plymouth. 
Afflictions  needful.     Heb.  xii.  5 — 11. 

BREAK  thro'  the  clouds,  dear  Lord,   and 
Let  us  perceive  thee  nigh  !  [shine, 

And  to  each  mourning  child  of  thine, 
These  gracious  words  apply  : 

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553,  554.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

2  "  Let  not  my  children  slight  the  stroke 

I  for  chastisement  send  ; 
Nor  faint  beneath  my  kind  rebuke, 
For  I  am  still  their  friend. 

3  "  The  wicked  I  perhaps  may  leave 

Awhile  and  not  reprove  ; 

But  all  the  children  I  receive, 

I  scourge,  because  I  love. 

4  "  I  see  your  hearts  at  present  fill'd 

With  grief  and  deep  distress  ; 
But  soon  these  bitter  seeds  shall  yield 
The  fruits  of  righteousness." 
HYMN  553.      L.  M. 

Warwick.     Armley. 

1  T    ONG  unaffiicted,  undismay'd, 
JLJ  In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  stray'd ; 
When  made  to  feel  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

I  straight  return'd  to  thee,  my  God. 

2  What  tho'  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart — 
I  bless  the  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  wo. 

3  Oh,  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd, 
With  daring  rebels  been  the  same, 
Or  gone  where  mercy  never  came. 

HYMN  551.     C.  M. 

Plymouth.    Standish. 

1  TT7HY  should  the  Christian  waste  in  sighs 

▼  ▼    The  breath  that  God  hath  giv'n ; 
Whom  ev'ry  passing  hour  that  flies 
Bears  onward  fast  to  heav'n  ? 

2  Why  should  he  wish  for  perfect  bliss, 

In  this  dark  world  forlorn ; 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  555,  556. 

Or  seek,  amidst  the  wilderness, 
A  rose  without  a  thorn. 
3  Our  Father  God !  be  ours  the  grief, 
Which  to  thy  sons  belongs  ; 
And  let  us  share  in  their  relief, 
Their  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  555.     C.  M. 

Plymouth.     Buckingham. 

1  ^TET^ERE  once  our  vain  desires  subdu'd, 

V  j     The  heart  resign'd — at  rest ; 
In  ev'ry  scene  we  should  conclude 

The  will  of  heav'n  is  best. 

2  Lord,  we  expect  to  suffer  here, 

Nor  would  we  dare  repine  ; 
But  give  us  still  to  find  thee  near, 
And  own  us  still  for  thine. 

HYMN  556.     C.  M.     Toplady. 

Elgin.     Plymouth. 
Affliction  sweetened.     Ps.  civ.  34. 

1  W^HEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

V  j     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 

And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  reflect,  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suff 'ring  paid. 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 

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557,  558.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee ! 

HYMN  557.      C.  M. 

Standish.     Martyrs.     Lebanon. 
Joy  in  sorrow. 

1  A   ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
f\    And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 

My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 

2  Shall  join  the  disembody'd  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 
(The  only  rest  for  which  it  pants,) 
On  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

3  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 

4  I  travel  my  appointed  years, 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
And  take  his  exile  home. 

HYMN  558.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Quercy.     Surry. 
The  billoivs  of  temptation. 

1  fTl HE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high ; 
1     Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  : 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS,  559,  560. 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call — 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

Dangers  of  ev'ry  shape  and  name, 

Attend  the  folFwers  of  the  Lamb, 

Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 

And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call, 

Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 

Do  thou  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  thro'  the  storm. 

HYMN  559.     8s. 

Lambeth.     Uxb  ridge. 
Rev.  xxi.  4. 

DISCONSOLATE  tenant  of  clay, 
In  solemn  assurance  arise, 
Thy  treasure  of  sorrow  survey, 

And  look  thro'  it  all  to  the  skies : 
That  heavenly  house  is  prepar'd 

For  all  who  are  sufferers  here, 
And  wait  the  return  of  their  Lord, 

And  long  for  his  day  to  appear. 
There  all  the  tempestuous  blast 

Of  bitter  affliction  is  o'er  ; 
The  spirit  is  landed  at  last, 

And  sorrow  and  shame  are  no  more  ; 
Temptation  and  trouble  are  gone, 

The  trial  is  all  at  an  end — 
And  there  I  shall  cease  to  bemoan 

The  loss  of  my  brother  and  friend. 

HYMN  560.     C.  M.     C.  W. 

Windsor.     Standish. 
The  Parent's  Prayer.     John  iv.  46 — 49. 

L      ffESUS,  great  healer  of  mankind, 
%J    Who  dost  our  sorrows  bear, 

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561.  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

Let  an  afflicted  parent  find 
An  answer  to  his  pray'r. 

2  I  look  for  help  in  thee  alone, 

To  thee  for  succor  fly ; 
Come  down  and  heal  my  darling  son, 
Now  at  the  point  to  die. 

3  Jesus,  if  thou  pronounce  the  word, 

The  gracious  answer  give, 
My  dying  child  shall  be  restor'd, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

4  Oh,  save  the  parent,  in  the  son, 

Restore  him,  Lord,  to  me ; 

My  heart  the  miracle  shall  own, 

And  give  him  back  to  thee. 

HYMN  561.  C.  M.     M. 

Chapel.      Buckingham. 
Light  in  darkness.     Ps.  cxii.  4. 

1  ^V  THOU  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear, 
\J  How  dark  this  world  would  be, 

If,  pierc'd  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh  !  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  thro'  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above? 

4  Then  sorrow  touch'd  by  thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 
We  never  saw  by  day. 
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TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  562,  563. 

HYMN  562.     C.  M     Haweis. 

Buckingham.    Martyrs.     Wantage. 
Think  upon  me,     Neh.  v.  19. 

1  g~^  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
%J  I  lift  my  heart  to  thee  ; 

In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  groaning,  on  mj  burden'd  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily  ; 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart ; 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be  ; 
I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me. 

4  The  hour  is  near — consign'd  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree  ; 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry — remember  me. 

HYMN  5G3.     S.  M.     Dwight. 

St.  Bridges.     Orange. 
Sick-bed  reflections. 

UST  o'er  the  grave  I  hung — 
No  pardon  met  my  eyes, 
As  blessings  never  greet  the  slain, 

And  hope  shall  never  rise. 
Sweet  mercy  to  my  soul 

Reveal'd  no  charming  ray  ; 
Before  me  rose  a  long — dark  night, 
With  no  succeeding  day. 

Then — Oh,  how  vain  appear'd 

The  joys  beneath  the  sky  ! 
Like  visions  past — like  now'rs  that  blow 

When  wint'ry  storms  are  nigh. 

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J 


564,  TIMES  AND  SEASONS. 

4  How  mourn'd  my  sinking  soul 

The  Sabbath's  hours  divine, 
The  day  of  grace,  that  precious  day, 
Consum'd  in  sense  and  sin. 

5  The  work — the  mighty  work 

Of  life,  so  long  delay'd — 
Repentance  yet  to  be  begun 
Upon  a  dying  bed. 

HYMN  564.      C.  M. 

Springfield.      Wareham. 

1  T  I  US  hard,  from  those  we  love,  to  go, 

1      Who  weep  beside  our  bed, 
Whose  tears  bedew  our  burning  brow, 
Whose  arm  supports  our  head : 

2  When  fading  from  the  dizzy  view, 

I  sought  their  forms  in  vain  ; 
The  bitterness  of  death  I  knew, 
And  groan'd  to  live  again. 

3  'Tis  dreadful  when  th'  accuser's  pow?r 

Assails  the  sinking  heart, 
Recalling  ev'ry  wasted  hour, 
And  each  unworthy  part. 

4  Yet,  Jesus,  in  that  mortal  fray, 

Thy  blessed  comfort  stole, 
Like  sunshine  in  an  autumn  day, 
Across  my  darken'd  soul. 

5  When  soon,  or  late,  this  feeble  breath 

No  more  to  thee  can  pray, 
Support  me  thro'  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  the  darksome  way. 

6  When  cloth'd  in  fleshly  weeds  again, 

I  wait  thy  dread  decree  ; 
Judge  of  the  world,  remember  then, 

That  thou  hast  died  for  me. 
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FUNERAL.  565,    566, 

FUNERAL, 
HYMN  565.      C.  M. 

Martyrs.     Lebanon. 
Funeral  of  a  faithful  JVEinister. 

1  IjlAR  from  affliction,  toil,  and  care, 
Jj     The  happy  soul  is  fled  ; 

The  breathless  clay  shall  slumber  here, 
Among  the  silent  dead. 

2  The  gospel  was  his  joy  and  song, 

E'en  to  his  latest  breath  ; 
The  truth  he  had  proclaim'd  so  long 
Was  his  support  in  death, 

3  Now  he  resides  where  Jesus  is, 

Above  this  dusky  sphere  ; 
His  soul  was  ripen'd  for  that  bliss, 
While  yet  he  sojourn'd  here. 

4  The  Churches'  loss  we  all  deplore, 

And  shed  the  falling  tear  ; 
Since  we  shall  see  his  face  no  more, 
Till  Jesus  shall  appear. 

5  But  we  are  hasting  to  the  tomb ; 

Oh,  may  we  ready  stand  ; 
Then,  dearest  Lord,  receive  us  home, 
To  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN  566.      L.  M.     Collyer. 

Kingsbridge.      Armley. 
EccL  xii.  7. 

1  'lilROM  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust, 

Wr     Escap'd  the  prison  of  his  clay, 
The  new  inhabitant  of  bliss, 

To  heav'n  directs  his  wondrous  way. 

2  Ye  fields,  that  witness'd  once  his  tears, 

Ye  winds,  that  wafted  oft  his  sighs, 

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567,    568.  FUNERAL. 

Ye  mountains,  where  he  breath'd  his  pray'rs 
When  sorrow's  shadows  veil'd  his  eyes. 

3  No  more  the  weary  pilgrim  mourns, 

No  more  affliction  wrings  his  heart ; 
Th'  unfetter'd  soul  to  God  returns — 
For  ever  he  and  anguish  part ! 

4  Receive,  O  earth,  his  faded  form, 

In  thy  cold  bosom  let  it  lie  ; 
Safe  let  it  rest  from  ev'ry  storm — 
Soon  must  it  rise  no  more  to  die  ! 

HYMN  567.      L.  M. 

Norfolk.      Armley. 
The  grave.     Job.  iii.  17. 

1  f  ■  1HE  grave  is  now  a  favor'd  spot, — 

I      To  saints  who  sleep,  in  Jesus  bless'd ; 
For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not, 
And  there  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms  ; 

At  rest  as  in  a  peaceful  bed  ; 
Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms, 

Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread. 

3  Thrice  happy  souls,  who're  gone  before 

To  that  inheritance  divine  ! 
They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more, 
But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 

4  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  dry, 

Or  in  a  gentle  measure  flow ; 

We  hail  them  happy  in  the  sky, 

And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go. 

HYMN  568.     L  M.     Watts. 

Sicilian.      Putney.     Armley. 

1  TTNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
\j    Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
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FUNERAL.  569, 

And  give  these  sacred  relies  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 
So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  son 
Pass'd  thro7  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn; 
Attend,  O  earth !  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
Call'd  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 

HYMN  569.     8s.     C.  Wesley. 

Lambeth.     Mitcham.     Franklin. 
Death  of  a  Brother. 

HOW  blest  is  our  brother  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind ; 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 
This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain ; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again ; 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

31*  365 


5/0.  FUNERAL. 

3  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er ; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breast 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 

It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

4  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seaf'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep  ; 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies — 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free  ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

5  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

Oh  shall  I  not  shortly  become  ! 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

Ere  I  am  consign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 

HYMN  570.     8s. 

Mitcham.     Uxbridge.     Franklin. 
Death  of  a  Sister. 

1  TI1IS  finish'd  !  the  conflict  is  past, 
-■-    The  heav'n-born  spirit  is  fled  ; 
Her  wish  is  accomplish'd  at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  dead. 
The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 

The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress  ; 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 
She's  gain'd  her  happy  release. 
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FUNERAL.  571 

No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life  when  below. 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 

And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

The  victory  now  is  obtain'd ; 

She's  gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  see  ; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gain'd — 

She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sight ; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 

With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 

HYMN  571.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Mear.     Barby. 

IN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death  ; 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint, 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 

One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks, 

We  scarce  can  say,  "  He's  gone  !" 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 

Its  mansions  near  the  throne. 
Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  the  spirit's  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 

Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 
Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

Saints  are  completely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 

And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

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572,  573.  FUNERAL. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 
His  face  they  always  view, 
Then  let  us  folFwers  be  of  them, 
That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

HYMN  572.     S.  M.     Newton. 

St.  Thomas.     Dover. 

Balaam's  ivish.     Num.  xxiii.  10. 

1  |    TOW  blest  the  righteous  are, 

I    I    When  they  resign  their  breath ! 
No  wonder  Balaam  wish'd  to  share, 
In  such  a  happy  death. 

2  "  Oh !  let  me  die,"  said  he, 

"  The  death  the  righteous  do  ; 
When  life  is  ended,  let  me  be 
Found  with  the  faithful  few." — 

3  The  force  of  truth,  how  great, 

When  enemies  confess  ! 
None  but  the  righteous  whom  they  hate, 
A  solid  hope  possess. 

4  But  Balaam's  wish  was  vain — 

His  heart  was  insincere  ; 
He  thirsted  for  unrighteous  gain, 
And  sought  a  portion  here. 

5  May  we,  O  Lord  most  high, 

Warning  from  hence  receive  ; 
If  like  the  righteous  we  would  die, 
To  choose  the  life  they  live. 

HYMN  573.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Standish.     Funeral  H. 
Death  of  a  young  person. 

1  TT7HEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
▼ y    By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

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FUNERAL.  574,  575. 


2  While  pitj  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh,  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r — "  I  too  must  die" — 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch,  and  pray. 

4  Oh,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

HYMN  574.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Martyrs.     Buckingham. 
On  the  death  of   a   Child. 

1  fTlHE  once  lov'd  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

1     Each  mournful  thought  employs  : 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  her  joys. 

2  But  wait  the  interposing  gloom, 

And  lo  !  stern  winter  flies  ; 
And,  drest  in  beauty's  fairest  bloom, 
The  flow'ry  tribes  arise. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore, 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  Ihy  tears ; 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  which  cannot  die. 

HYMN  575.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Putney.     Darwent.      Surry. 

1   ^kFT  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
\9  Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 

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576.  TIME  AND  ETERNITY. 

Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
Prepar'd,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die  1 

2  "  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death  ; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  "  Then  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go  ; 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state." 

4  Lord  Jesus !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee  ; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give — 
Subdue  my  sins  and  let  me  live. 

5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear  ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 


TIME    ANDETERNITY. 
HYMN  576.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

Elgin.     Wantage.      Martyrs. 
1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

THE  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 
When  death  will  us  remove 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

The  time  is  short !  sinners,  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 

While  it  is  call'd  to-day. 
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TIME  AND  ETERNITY.  577. 

3  The  time  is  short !  ye  rebels,  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come  : 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5  The  time  is  short !  it  swiftly  flies — 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 
Then  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wish'd  for  land. 

6  The  time  is  short ! — the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above ; 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 

HYMN  577.     C.  M.     Logan. 

Elgin.     Standish.     Aldridge. 
Ps.  xc.  5,  9. 

1  FT1HE  mighty  flood,  that  rolls  along 
■*•   Its  torrents  to  the  main, 
The  waters  lost  can  ne'er  recal, 
From  that  abyss  again. 
§  The  days,  the  years,  the  ages  dark, 
Descending  down  to  night, 
Can  never,  never  be  redeem'd, 
Back  to  the  gates  of  light. 

3  Where  are  our  Fathers  ? — Whither  gone 

The  mighty  men  of  old  ! 
The  patriarchs,  prophets,  princes,  kings, 
In  sacred  books  enroll'd  1 — 

4  Gone  to  the  resting-place  of  man, 

His  long,  his  silent  home  ; 

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578,  579.  TIME  AND  ETERNITY. 

Where  ages  past  have  gone  before, 
Where  future  ages  come  ! 

HYMN  578.     8s. 

Lambeth.  Uxbridge. 
Jobxvi.  22.     xvii.1,11. 

1  T  WAIT  a  few  sorrowful  years, 

fi   And  then  I  no  longer  shall  mourn, 
But  flee  from  the  valley  of  tears, 

A  way  I  shall  never  return  ; 
My  days  are  all  vanish'd  away, 

Broke  off  the  designs  of  my  heart, 
No  longer  on  earth  I  delay, 

Or  linger  as  loath  to  depart. 

2  My  days  are  extinguished  and  gone — 

My  time  as  a  shadow  is  fled, 
And  gladly  I  lay  myself  down 

To  rest  with  the  peaceable  t|pad : 
The  dead  ever-living  attend, 

Whose  dust  is  all  safe  in  the  tomb, 
And  many  a  glorifi'd  friend 

Is  ready  to  welcome  me  home. 

HYMN  579.     L.  M. 

Surry.     Norfolk. 
Eternity. 

1  TTjl  TERNITY  is  just  at  hand  !— 
M2A  And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand  ; 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 

And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  wo,  or  endless  bliss  ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  WThat  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 

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TIME  AND  ETERNITY.  580. 

They're  gone  I  but  where  ?— ah,pause  and  see, 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

Sinner !  canst  thou  for  ever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell ; 
And  is  death  nothing,  then  10  thee  ; 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

HYMN  580.     C.  P.  M.     G  Wesley. 

Penitent.     Pilgrim.     Woods. 

1  T    O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

J_J  'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space — 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 

Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late — 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 

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581,  582.  RESURRECTION, 

RESURRECTION. 
HYMN  581.      C.  M. 

Florence.     Steffani's.     Clifford. 

1  fTPIHE  winter  past,  reviving  flowers 

1      Anew  shall  paint  the  plain  ; 
The  wood  shall  hear  the  voice  of  Spring, 
And  flourish  green  again. 

2  Shall  man  depart  this  earthly  scene, 

Ah  !  never  to  return  ! — 
No  second  Spring  of  life  revive 
The  ashes  of  the  urn ! 

3  "  Shall  life  revisit  dying  worms, 

And  spread  the  insect's  wing  ? 
And  oh — shall  man  awake  no  more, 
The  Saviour's  name  to  sing  ? 

4  "  Cease — all  ye  vain  desponding  fears  ; 

When  Christ  from  darkness  sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
And  heav'n  with  praises  rang- 

5  "  The  trump  shall  sound  ; — the  gates  of  death 

Shall  make  his  children  way  ; 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumb'rers  spring, 
And  shine  in  endless  day." 

HYMN  582.     C.  M.     H.  K.  White- 

Chapel.     Aldridge.     Wantage. 

1  rpHRO'  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 

-*-    Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 
We,  soldier's  of  an  injur'd  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  pow'rs  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 
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RESURRECTION.  583,    584. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 

The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 
-5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  ev'ry  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 

With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

HYMN  583.      L.  M. 

China.      Luther's  Hymn. 

1  fin  HE  saints,  who  now  in  Jesus  sleep, 

J-    His  own  almighty  pow'r  shall  keep, 
Till  dawns  the  bright  illustrious  day, 
When  death  itself  shall  die  away. 

2  How  loud  shall  our  glad  voices  sing, 
When  Christ  his  risen  saints  shall  bring 
From  beds  of  dust,  and  sleeping  clay, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day ! 

3  When  Jesus  we  in  glory  meet, 
Our  utmost  joys  shall  be  complete ; 
When  landed  on  that  heav'nly  shore, 
Death  and  the  curse  shall  be  no  more- 


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HYMN  584.     L.  M. 

Babylon.     Carthage. 
UR  life  how  short !  a  groan,  a  sigh  ; 


We  live — and  then  begin  to  die  : 
But  Oh !  how  great  a  mercy  this, 
That  death's  a  portal  into  bliss  ! 

375 


585.  DAY  OF  JUDGMENT. 

2  My  soul !  death  swallows  up  thy  fears. 
My  grave-clothes  wipe  away  all  tears  ; 
"Why  should  we  fear  this  parting  pain, 
Who  die,  that  we  may  live  again  ? 

3  Oh  !  how  the  resurrection  light 
Will  clarify  believers'  sight ; 
How  joyful  will  the  saints  arise, 
And  rub  the  dust  from  off  their  eyes  ! 

4  My  soul,  my  body,  I  will  trust, 
With  him  who  numbers  ev'ry  dust  ; 
My  Saviour  faithfully  will  keep 
His  own — their  death  is  but  a  sleep. 


DAY    OF    JUDGMENT. 
HYMN  585.     C  M.     Addison. 

Martyr's.     Windsor.     Colchester. 

1  W^TTHEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

V  j      O'er  whelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face — 
Oh,  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought  : 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclos'd 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
Oh,  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

4  Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  meet  that  day, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late, 
When  I  shall  view  these  solemn  scenes, 
And  feel  their  awful  weight. 
376 


BAY  OF  JUDGMENT.  586,  587. 

HYMN  586.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Elgin.    Windsor. 
Everlasting  absence  of  God  intolerable, 

1  f  ■  1HAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

I      Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste — 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  Depart ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear, 

4  What — to  be  banish'd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ! 

5  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

6  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

HYMN  5S7.     8,  7,  4. 
Littleton.     Jordan. 
Luke  xiii.  28. 
1    Of  EE  th'  Eternal  Judge  descending — 
tOjJ  View  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom — 

32*  377 


588.  DAY  OF  JUDGMENT. 

Trumpets  call  thee  ! 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

FilPd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain  ; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again, 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again : 

3  "  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder ! 

Hope  and  sinners  hear  must  part ; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 

Lost  for  ever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 

HYMN  588.     8,  7. 
Northampton-Chapel.     Tabernacle. 

1  ^INNERS,  take  the  friendly  warning — 
►^   Soon  that  awful  day  shall  break, 
And  the  trumpet  with  its  dawning, 

All  the  slumb'ring  millions  wake. 

2  See  assembled  ev'ry  nation  ! — 

Lofty  cities,  temple,  tow'rs 
Wrapt  in  dreadful  conflagration, 
Earth  and  sea  the  flame  devours. 

3  Ye,  who  to  the  world  dissemble. 

While  you  practice  deeds  of  night, 
Sinners,  now  behold  and  tremble  ; 
All  your  crimes  are  brought  to  light. 
378 


DAY  OF  JUDGMENT.  589. 

4  Lost  in  ease,  or  carnal  pleasure, 

Sporting  on  the  burning  brink  ; 

Now,  you  say,  you  have  no  leisure, 

You  can  find  no  time  to  think. 

5  Ye — who  now,  conviction  stifling, 

Waste  your  time — the  loss  deplore  ; 
Hear  the  angel — cease  your  trilling — 
"  Time,"  he  cries,  "  shall  be  no  more." 

6  Pause,  and  hear  the  voice  of  reason — 

Catch  the  moments  as  they  fly — 
You  who  lose  the  present  season, 
You  must  all  iind  time  to  die. 

HYMN  5S9.     L.  M.     Needh am. 

Surry.     Warwick. 

The  books  opened.     Rev.  xx.  12. 

1  m/JETHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
IT  1.  Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 

That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  ev'ry  tomb, 
And  wakes  the  pris'ners  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 

Aw'd  by  the  Judge's  high  command ; 
Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust. 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 

3  Behold  the  awful  books  display 'd, 

Big  with  (b!  important  fates  oi'  men  : 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 
As  wrote  by  heav'n's  unerring  pen. 

4  To  ev'ry  soul,  the  books  assign 

The  joyous  or  the1  dread  reward; 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine — 
No  plea  the  Judge  will  here  regard. 

5  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 

May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve  ! 
There  may  I  read  my  name  eproU'd, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love ! 

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590,  591.  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN* 

DEATH   AND   HEAVEN. 
HYMN  590.     C.  M.     Collyer. 

Elgin.     Windsor.     Standish. 
1  Sam.  xv.  32. 

1  ~V¥7"HEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 

1  y     My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God,  at  thy  command ! 

2  When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed, 

And  close  my  sightless  eyes  ; 
When  shatter'd  by  the  weight  of  years 
This  broken  body  lies  : 

3  When  ev'ry  long  lov'd  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart ; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart : 

4  O,  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave ! 

5  Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed ! 

6  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  I  resign  my  breath ! 
And,  in  thy  fond  embraces,  lose 
"  The  bitterness  of  death  !" 

HYMN  591.     C.  M.     Hart. 

Bishopsgate.     Chapel.     Standish. 
Preparation  for  death.     Matt.  xxiv.  44. 

AIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear ; 
Repent ! — thy  end  is  nigh ! 


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DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  592. 

Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far — 

Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 
Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 

Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 

How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 
Death  enters — and  there's  no  defence — 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 

To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 
Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  : 
But,  ah !  destruction  stops  not  there — 

Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 
To-day,  the  gospel  calls  ; — to-day 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 
Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 

And  mercy  will  ensue. 

HYMN  592.     L.  M.     Montgomery. 

Surry.     Dai  went.      Putney. 
The   living  know,  $c.     Eccl.  ix.  5. 

T^HERE  are  the  dead  ?— In  heav'n  or  hell 

*  ^    Their  disembodied  spirits  dwell ; 
Their  perish'd  forms  in  bonds  of  clay, 
Reserv'd  until  the  judgment  day. 
Who  are  the  dead? — The  sons  of  time 
In  ev'ry  age,  and  state,  and  clime  ; 
Renown'd,  dishonor'd  or  forgot, 
The  place  that  knew  them  knows  them  not. 
Where  are  the  living  ? — On  the  ground 
Where  pray'r  is  heard  and  mercy  found  ; 
Where,  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 
The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 

3SI 


593.  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

4  Who  are  the  living? — They  whose  breath 
Draws  ev'ry  moment  nigh  to  death ; 

Of  endless  bliss  or  wo  the  heirs  : 
Oh,  what  an  awful  lot  is  theirs ! 

5  Then,  timely  warn'd,  let  us  begin 
To  follow  Christ  and  flee  from  sin  ; 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  head, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 

HYMN  593.     S.  M.     Montgomery. 

Shirland.      Berkley. 

1  ^\H,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
\J  Rest  for  the  weary  soul ! 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

5  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  : — 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  ever  more  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest — - 

Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 

Of  immortality. 
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DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  594,  595. 

HYMN  594.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Springfield.     Rochester.     Braj. 
Victory  over  death.     1  Cor.  xv.  57. 

I     I  'kEAR  Saviour,  thy  victorious  love 

_LF  Can  all  my  fears  control ; 

Can  bid  the  pangs  of  guilt  remove, 

And  cheer  the  trembling-  soul. 

Z  Victorious  love  !  thy  wondrous  pow'r 

From  sin  and  death  can  raise  ; 

Can  gild  the  dark,  departing  hour, 

And  tune  its  groans  to  praise. 

3  Then  shall  the  joyful  spirit  soar 

To  life  beyond  the  sky, 
Where  gloomy  death  can  frown  no  more, 
And  guilt  and  terror  die. 

4  No  more,  O  pale  Destroyer,  boast 

Thy  universal  sway  ; 
To  heav'n-born  souls  thy  sting  is  lost — 
Thy  night,  the  gate  of  day. 

HYMN  595.     C.  M. 

Springfield.     Keene. 
Celestial    prospects. 

1  C^WEET  glories  rush  upon  my  sight, 
►^  And  charm  my  wond'ring  eyes  ; 
The  regions  of  immortal  light, 

The  beauties  of  the  skies ! 

2  All  hail !  ye  fair  celestial  shores, 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day  ; 
Swift  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 
And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

3  There's  a  delightful  clearness  now — 

My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone  ; 
Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too — 
My  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

3S3 


596.  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

4  Short  is  the  passage — short  the  space 

Between  my  home  and  me  ; 
There  !  there  behold  the  radiant  place  ! 
How  near  the  mansions  be  ! 

5  Immortal  wonders  !  boundless  things, 

In  those  dear  worlds  appear ! 
Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  stretch  my  wings, 
And  in  those  glories  share. 

HYMN  596.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Colchester.     Springfield. 
The  everlasting  song. 

1  "  JTjl  ARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long  ! 
JLLi  'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 

Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits : 

The  God  !  how  bright  he  shines ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs  : — 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  ev'ry  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too  ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 
3  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; 
Oh,  for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies. 
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DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  597,  598. 

HYMN  597.     8s.     Collyer. 

Lambeth.     Uxbridge. 
The  last  conflict. 

ISO  ON  shall  accomplish  my  race, 
And  soar  to  the  temple  on  high ; 
Dear  Jesus,  beholding  thy  face, 

I  cheerfully  yield  me  to  die. 
Farewell,  my  distress  and  my  wo — 

The  storms  of  existence  are  o'er ; 
Tho'  fiercely  the  tempest  may  blow, 

Its  fury  appals  me  no  more. 
More  quickly  and  shorter  I  breathe — 

The  dew  is  o'erspreading  my  cheek — 
I  feel  the  approaches  of  death, 

My  heartstrings  beginning  to  break  ; 
A  struggle  or  two  and  'tis  done — 

From  earth  and  its  anguish  I  fly ; 
The  palm  of  the  conqueror  won, 

I  live  by  submitting  to  die. 

HYMN  598.     8,  7.     C.  Wesley. 

Sicilian.     Northampton- Chapel. 
The  departing-  saint.         j 

1  TJ  APPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 

I    I    All  thy  mourning  days  below ; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go  ! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  glory  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  thro'  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 

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599.  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory — 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 
HYMN  599.     8s.     M.  De  Fleury. 

Uxbridge.     Dismission. 
Panting  for  Heaven. 

1  X7E  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

■     And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known  ; 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise  : 
He  form'd  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirm'd  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 
He  snatch'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave — 

He  ransom'd  from  death  and  despair ; 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong  ! 
I'm  fetter'd  and  chain'd  up  in  clay ; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see  I 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name ; 
I  want — Oh,  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you ! 

386 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  600. 

HYMN  600.     7s. 

Hotham.      Pastoral-Duet 
Heaven.     John  xiv.  2. 

1  TT  XTGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 

1  1,  Dwell  the  raptur'd  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  ! 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Tort'ring  pain  and  heavy  wo, 

2  Oft  the  big,  unbidden  tear, 

Stealing  down  the  furrowed  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  wo  they  could  not  speak. 
But,  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  weep  again. 
2  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 
Happy  Spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 
Lull'd  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Sooth'd  the  anguish  of  the  mind  ! 
4  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturb'd  repose — 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene — 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ! 
Ev'ry  tear  is  wip'd  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day — 

Sorrow — in  eternal  rest ! 

387 


DOXOLOGIES. 
L  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Sonr 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 
CM. 
Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 
S.  M. 
Ye  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 
H.  M. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Perpetual  honors  raise, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  : 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise 
With  all  our  powers 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 
7s. 
Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  hosts 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
8,7. 
May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord ! 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 
388 


THE   ARRANGEMENT. 


Hymn. 

GOD, from     1  to  13 

Universal  Praise, 14  18 

Scriptures,             -         -         -         -         -         -  19  24 

Alarming, 25  43 

Inviting,                ......  44  85 

Penitential,       - 86  101 

Christ, -  102  124 

His  Birth,               ....  102  104 

Life  and  Ministry,       -         -         -         -  105  109 

Sufferings  and  Death,     -         -         -  110  116 

Resurrection,               -         -         -         -  117 

Ascension, 118  121 

Intercession, 122 

Dominion, 123  124 

Characters  of  Christ,  in  alphabetical  order,     -  125  140 

Doctrines  of  the  Gospel,  in  alphabetical  order,  141  170 

Law  and  Gospel, 171  173 

Holy  Spirit,  His  Influences,        -         -         -  174  182 

Graces  of,  in  alphabetical  order,            -  183  230 

The  Christian, 231  278 

Worship,               279  331 

Private,          -         -                  -         -  279  285 

Social, 286  291 

Ministers, 292  296 

The  Church, 297  304 

Prayer  for  a  Revival,       -         -         -  305  314 

Conference  Meetings,           -         -         -  315  325 

Dismission, 326  331 

The  sinner  awakened,             ....  332  343 

Conviction,  and 344  360 

Conversion, 361  371 

The  Convert,              372  423 

Rejoicing  in  a  Revival,           ....  424  445 

Baptism, 446  450 

Monthly  Concert, 451  487 

Missionary  Meetings,        -  488  501 

Collections, 502  504 

389 


ARRANGEMENT. 


Times  and  Seasons, 

Morning  and  Evening, 

Sabbath,  - 

Seasons  of  the  Year,    - 

New  Year, 

Marriage, 

Meeting  and  parting  of  friends, 

Youth,        - 

Middle  Age, 

Old  Age, 

Fast,        - 

Affliction, 
Funeral  Hymns,  - 

Time  and  Eternity,  - 

Resurrection,      - 
Day  of  Judgment,  - 

Death  and  Heaven,      » 


from  505 
505 
516 
520 
524 
528 
531 
538 


552 
565 
576 
581 

585 
590 


Hymn. 

to  564 
515 
519 
523 
527 
530 
537 
548 
549 
550 
551 
564 
575 
580 
584 
589 
600 


390 


A   TABLE   OF   FIRST   LINES 


Hymn. 

AH  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do,  337 

Ah,  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay,  35 

Ah,  why  this  disconsolate  frame,  401 

Ah,  wretched  souls  are  they  who  hear,  149 

Alas,  alas,  how  blind  I've  been,  332 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  86 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise,  260 

Almighty  God  of  truth  and  love,  94 

All  glory  to  God  in  the  sky,  314 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  123 

All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death,  29 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound,  155 

Amazing  sight !  the  Saviour  stands,  49 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  193 

An  angry  God,  a  Judge  severe,  41 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight,  335 

And  does  the  Spirit  kindly  move,  334 

And  have  I  measur'd  half  my  days,  549 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love,  106 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,  557 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have,  221 

And  what  am  1 1  my  soul,  awake,  237 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend,  50 

And  will  th'  offended  God  again,  256 

Angels  !  roll  the  rock  away,  117 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done,  516 

Anxious,  I  strove  to  find  the  way,  390 

A  present  God  is  all  our  strength,  174 

Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace,  467 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake,  477 

Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King,  488 

As  in  soft  silence  vernal  showers,  307 

As  once  the  Saviour  took  his  seat.  90 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,  158 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command,  488 

As  the  serpent,  rais'd  by  Moses,  47 

Astonish'd  and  distress'd,  345 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains x  269 

391 


A  TABLE  OP  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

At  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought,  80 

At  length  the  wish'd  for  spring  has  come,  521 

Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son,  167 

Attend,  ye  children  of  our  God,  450 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song,  375 

Awake,  awake  my  sluggish  soul,  85 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,  367 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes,  232 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays,  9 

Awake  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes,  527 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door,  48 

Behold  high  in  the  midst  of  heaven,  466 

Behold  the  expected  time  draw  near,  489 

Behold  the  genial  showers  descend,  310 

Behold  the  glorious  dawning  bright,  482 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord,  481 

Behold  the  sons,  the  heirs  of  God,  195 

Behold  the  tears  that  Mary  shed,  348 

Begone  my  worldly  cares  away,  515 

Begone  unbelief,  228 

Beneath  the  poisonous  dart,  364 

Beside  the  gospel  pool,  371 

Beware  of  Peter's  word,  409 

Blessed  Redeemer  !  how  divine,  206 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love,  536 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,  533 

Blest  Comforter  divine,  176 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart,  184 

Blest  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  scorn,  313 

Blest  Saviour,  by  thy  powerful  word,  247 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  432 

Break  thro'  the  clouds,  dear  Lord,  and  shine,  552 

Brethren,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake,  531 

Bright  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze,  484 

By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  ?  302 

CAN  aught  beneath  a  power  divine,  168 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King,  378 

Children  of  God,  who  trav'ling  slow,  267 

Come,  all  ye  souls,  by  sin  opprest,  65 

Come,  christian  brethren,  ere  we  part,  535 

Come,  every  pious  heart,  121 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  dove,  316 

Come,  heavenly  peace  of  mind,  217 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire,  284 
392 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  179 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove,  177 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast,  77 

Come,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind,  67 

Come,  let  us  anew,  526 

Come,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth,  538 

Come,  Lord,  and  bless  the  rising  race,  525 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart,  319 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,  351 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above,  306 

Come,  sinners,  attend,  59 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King,  14 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing,  439 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins,  58 

Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord,  205 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord,  7 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  57 

Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come,  350 

Convinc'd  of  sin,  men  now  begin,  427 

DEAD  be  my  heart  to  all  below,  251 

Dear  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye,  246 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  254 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray,  303 

Dear  Saviour,  thy  victorious  love,  594 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made ;  134 

Descend,  Holy  Spirit,  the  Dove,  180 

Destruction's  dangerous  road,  25 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  1  248 

Did  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues,  213 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame,  183 

Disconsolate  tenant  of  clay,  559 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord,  327 

EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long  !  596 

Encompass'd  with  clouds  of  distress,  241 

Eternal  God,  almighty  cause,  452 

Eternal  God,  enthron'd  on  high,  550 

Eternal  power,  whose  high  abode,  15 

Eternal  Spirit,  source  of  light,  181 

Eternal  Sun  of  Righteousness,  330 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand,  579 

Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard,  20S 

Exert  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain,  459 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss,  1 92 

Farewell,  and  what  if  next  we  meet  50 1 

393 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

Farewell  dear  friends,  a  short  farewell,  537 

Far  from  afflictions,  toil  and  care,  565 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone,  322 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee,  282 

Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day,  28 

Far  from  thy  fold,  O  God,  my  feet,  372 

Father  divine,  thy  piercing  eye,  279 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines,  5 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless,  290 

Father  of  faithful  Abram,  hear,  469 

Father  of  glory,  to  thy  name,  11 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love,  101 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,  20 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace,  503 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,  283 

Forgiveness,  'tis  a  joyful  sound,  159 

Fountain  of  light,  whose  copious  stream,  271 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,  518 

Friend  of  the  friendless,  and  the  faint,  98 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  492 

From  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust,  566 

GAY  is  thy  morning,  flattering  hope,  539 

Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword,  312 

Give  to  the  winds,  thy  fears,  227 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  462 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  331 

Go,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim,  495 

God  from  his  throne  with  piercing  eye,  148 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son,  23 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  12 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days,  18 

Go,  messenger  of  love,  and  bear,  496 

Go,  much  lov'd  brethren,  haste  and  rear,  494 

Go,  ye  heralds  of  salvation,  499 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God,  498 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound,  154 

Grant,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee,  187 

Great  God,  preserved  by  thine  arm,  506 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth,  456 

Great  God,  to  thee  I  make,  343 

Great  God,  we  to  thy  honor  raise,  325 

Great  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping,  136 

Great  Saviour,  let  thy  power  divine,  474 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah,  276 
394 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

HAD  I  a  throne  above  the  rest,  197 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus  !  how  divine  169 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus,  380 

Hail,  sov'reign  love  that  first  began,  129 

Hail,  the  day  that  saw  him  rise,  118 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed,  445 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended,  598 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign,  207 

Happy  the  hours,  the  golden  days,  242 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace,  229 

Happy  the  saints,  whose  lot  is  cast,  324 

Hark,  a  cry  among  the  nations,                            .  486 

Hark,  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the  strain,  441 

Hark,  hark,  the  notes  of  joy,  444 

Hark,  how  from  Sinai's  mount  proceeds,  435 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes,  105 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing,  104 

Hark,  'tis  the  prophet  of  the  skies,  480 

Hark,  the  song  of  Jubilee,  487 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,  113 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise,  30 

Heal  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand,  353 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent,  150 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies,  115 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives,  122 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known,  130 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light,  600 

Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh,  64 

Holy  be  this,  as  was  the  place,  320 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness,  178 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord,  13 

How  blest  is  our  brother  bereft  569 

How  blest  the  righteous  are,  572 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  420 

How  false  this  earth  in  all  its  forms,  250 

How  far,  alas,  in  sinful  ways,  245 

How  few  the  word  of  God  regard,  300 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord,  161 

How  great,  how  terrible  that  God,  39 

How  happy  are  they,  385 

How  long  beneath  the  law  I  lay,  172 

How  lost  was  my  condition,  135 

How  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive,  426 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart,  157 

395 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine,  19 

How  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth,  66 

How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear,  142 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight,  215 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  264 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  239 

How  will  my  heart  endure,  32 

I  ASK'D  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow,  244 

If  God  had  bid  his  thunders  roll,  405 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far,  381 

I  leave  the  world  with  willing  feet,  388 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  297 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,  285 

Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care,  510 

Indulgent  Father,  how  divine,  q 

Indulgent  God  of  love  and  power,  490 

Indulgent  God,  to  thee  we  pray,  471 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine,  460 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way,  42 1 

In  sin  by  blinded  passions  led,  366 

In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise,  15  j 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer,  514 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come,  323 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint,  57] 

In  vain  the  giddy  world  inquires,  252 

I  own  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess,  358 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb,  33 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away,  253 

I  soon  shall  accomplish  my  race,  597 

It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine,  119 

I  wait  a  few  sorrowful  years,  578 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  410 

Jesus,  at  thy  command,  400 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound,  72 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion,  355 

Jesus,  great  healer  of  mankind,  560 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,  255 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone,  139 

Jesus,  my  King,  proclaims  the  war,  231 

Jesus  once  left  his  throne  on  high,  224 

Jesus,  our  best  beloved  friend,  413 

Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind,  53 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few,  55 

Jesus,  thy  witness  speaks  within,  22 
396 


A    TABLE    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

Hymn. 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well,  287 

Just  o'er  the  grave  I  hung,  563 

KEEP  silence — all  created  things,  146 

Kindred,  and  friends,  and  native  land,  500 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears,           .  21 

Let  carnal  minds  the  world  pursue,  373 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend,  63 

Let  party  names,  no  more,  214 

Let  saints  on  earth  their  anthems  raise,  485 

Let  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name,  222 

Let  thy  returning  Spirit,  Lord,  398 

Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks,  152 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake,  292 

Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light,  442 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  132 

Like  her,  who  in  Samaria's  bound,  79 

Like  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shore,  393 

Long  have  I  walk'd  this  dreary  road,  341 

Long  unafflicted,  undismay'd,  553 

Look  down.  O  God,  with  pitying  eye,  476 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye,  309 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land,  580 

Lord,  at  thy  feet,  we  sinners  lie,  354 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  326 

Lord,  help  me  to  repent,  96 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine,                       *  412 

Lord,  I'm  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part,  235 

Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace,  318 

Lord,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross,  76 

Lord,  thou  with  an  unerring  beam,  3 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet,  532 

Lost  in  a  labyrinth  of  sin,  30 X 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling,  438 

Lo  !  what  a  rapturous  joy  possest.  60 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthron'd,  127 

May  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart,  414 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations,  294 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David,  365 

Messiah,  at  thy  glad  approach,  440 

Methinks  the  last  great  day  is  come,  589 

Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground,  475 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels,  join,  102 

Mountains  of  Israel,  rear  on  high,  461 
34                                 397 


A   TABLE   OP   FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

My  barns  are  full,  my  stores  increase,  34 

My  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great,  336 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord,  107 

My  former  hopes  are  fled,  344 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love,  210 

My  lovely  Jesus  while  on  earth,  508 

My  son  know  thou  the  Lord,  540 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard,  259 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord,  204 

My  soul,  thy  hasty  censure  spare,  370 

My  soul,  with  humble  fervor,  raise,  379 

My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope,  202 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy,  219 

NATURE  will  raise  up  all  her  strife,  395 

No  more  I  ask,  or  hope  to  find,  374 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts,  131 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth,  141 

Not  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done,  190 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme,  163 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal,  524 

Now,  he  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live,  70 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,  81 

Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour,  51 

Now  let  a  true  ambition  rise,  541 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime,  278 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  218 

Now  may  the  Lord  reveal  his  face,  1 53 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone,  509 

Now  we  hail  the  happy  dawning,  428 

OBEDIENT  to  our  Zion's  King,  446 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know,  211 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll,  575 

O  God  of  sov'reign  grace,  455 

O  God,  whose  favorable  eye,  185 

Oh,  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day,  339 

Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  376 

O  happy  soul,  that  lives  on  high,  273 

Oh,  could  I  find  from  day  to  day,  145 

Oh,  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bower,  198 

Oh,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly,  258 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,  143 

Oh,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy,  425 

Oh,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place,  144 
398 


A  TABLE    OP   FIRST   LINES. 

Hymn. 

Oh,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone,  346 

Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  hear  my  cry,  92 

Oh,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain,  -88 

Oh,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies,  53 

Oh,  what  amazing  words  of  grace,  45 

Oh,  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons,  457 

Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found,  S93 

O  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace,  100 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown,  511 

O  Lord,  how  vile  am  I,  547 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil,  223 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire,  315 

O  Love  divine,  what  hast  thou  done,  111 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness,  ■  200 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong,  238 

Once  more  before  we  part,  329 

Once,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished,  298 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode,  138 

One  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke,  31 

One  there  is  above  all  others,  126 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands,  1Q8 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  434 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  arise,  311 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine,  299 

O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne,  295 

O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,  562 

O  thou  great  Monarch,  in  thy  might,  453 

O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight,  257 

O  thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear,  561 

O  thou,  who  from  thy  glorious  throne,  -472 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears,  87 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground,  423 

Our  hearts  are  fastened  to  this  world,  220 

Our  life,  how  short !  a  groan,  a  sigh,  584 

Our  little  bark,  on  boisterous  seas,  403 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit,  419 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  458 

O  .Zion,  tune  thy  voice,  431 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God,  415 

Pilgrim,  burden'd  with  thy  sin,  270 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  164 

Poor  sinners,  little  do  they  think,  340 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high,  293 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,  288 
J                                                                      399 


A   TABLE    OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Hymn' 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey,  289 

Prepare  a  thankful  song,  165 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet,  91 

RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise,  27 

Rejoice,  for  Christ,  the  Saviour,  430 

Rejoice  in  God,  the  word  commands,  391 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King,  124 

Rejoicing  now  in  glorious  hope,  384 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern,  542 

Religion's  form  is  vain,  291 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries,  38 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return,  280 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return,  68 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings,  277 

SAINTS,  with  pious  zeal  attending,  17 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation,  305 

Saviour,  we  wait  the  day,  261 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise,  436 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,  333 

See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain,  443 

See,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne,  551 

See,  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand,  520 

See,  how  the  worthless  bramble  stands,  36 

See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame,  308 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand,  448 

See  th'  Eternal  Judge  descending,  587 

Shall  I,  to  gain  the  world's  applause,  411 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  didst  lead,  468 

Shepherds,  rejoice ;  lift  up  your  eyes,  103 

Shepherd,  who  leadest  with  tender  care,  449 

Should  God  forbid  the  Sun  to  rise,  507 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear,  528 

Since  we,  and  all  our  treasures  too,  194 

Sing,  how  eternal  love,  10 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord,  377 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure,  40 

Sinner,  behold,  I've  heard  thy  groan,  342 

Sinners,  approach  your  dying  Lord,  62 

Sinners,  behold  that  downward  road,  26 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word,  61 

Sinners,  take  the  friendly  warning,  588 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard,  69 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard,  166 
400 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,  71 

Smote  by  the  law,  I'm  justly  slain,  359 

Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes,  386 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises,  272 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad,  497 

Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone,  156 

Sovereign  of  worlds  above,  454 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power,  473 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all,  95 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay,  182 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think,  43 

Stretch,d  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies,  110 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh,  175 

Surrounded  by  a  frightful  gloom,  B83 

Sweet  glories  rush  upon  my  sight,  595 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest !  216 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing,  265 

Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt,  243 

TEACH  us,  O  Lord,  the  great  concern,  78 

Thankless,  the  prodigal  receives,  368 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come,  586 

That  mighty  angel,  to  whose  hand,  465 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high,  558 

The  castle  of  the  human  heart,  363 

The  christian  voyager  strikes  the  rock,  399 

The  day  is  drawing  nigh,  437 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  512 

The  day,  the  gospel  day  draws  near,  418 
The  deluge,  at  th'  Almighty's  call,                                .        162 

The  eye  of  God  is  every  where,  4 

The  flow'ry  spring,  at  God's  command,  523 

The  giddy  world,  with  flattering  tongue,  387 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives,  226 

The  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke,  543 

The  grave  is  now  a  favor'd  spot,  567 

The  happy  in  Jesus  may  sleep,  397 

The  joy  that  vain  amusements  give,  545 

The  Lord  of  life,  the  Saviour  dies,  89 

The  Lord  of  light,  tho'  veil'd  awhile,  268 

The  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down,  491 

The  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise,  191 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine,  188 

The  Lord  will  not  forget  the  grace,  470 

The  mighty  flood  that  rolls  along,  577 
34*                                      401 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

The  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace,  120 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes,  189 

The  new-born  child  of  gospel  grace,  389 

The  night  shall  hear  me  raise  my  song,  513 

The  once-lov'd  form,  now  cold  and  dead,  574 

The  prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes,  369 

The  ransom'd  spirit  to  her  home,  209 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,  128 

There  is  a  God  who  reigns  above,  1 

There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace,  46 

The  saints  who  now  in  Jesus  sleep,  583 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear,  44 

The  Saviour,  Oh,  what  endless  charms,  137 

The  sinner's  flattering  dreams  are  fled,  361 

The  sovereign  Father,  good  and  kind,  396 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word,  24 

The  summer  harvest  spreads  the  field,  522 

The  time  is  short,  !  the  season  near,  576 

The  trump  of  Israel's  Jubilee,  463 

The  voice  that  bids  us  all  repent,  338 

The  winter  past,  reviving  flowers,  581 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,  519 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore,  328 

Tho'  in  the  earthly  church  below,  304 

Tho'  now  the  nations  sit  beneath,  464 

Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul,  352 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart,  407 

Thrice  happy  souls,  who  born  of  heaven,  275 

Thro'  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life,  225 

Thro'  Christ  when  we  together  came,  534 

Thro'  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path,  582 

Thro'  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam,  266 

Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word,  451 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford,  317 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  212 

'Tis  finish'd,  so  the  Saviour  cried,  114 

'Tis  finish'd,  the  conflict  is  past,  570 

'Tis  first  of  all  thyself  to  know,  236 

'Tis  hard,  from  those  we  love,  to  go,  564 

'Tis  midnight-and  on  Olive's  brow,  109 

'Tis  ours  to  sojourn  in  a  waste,  321 

'Tis  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night,  402 

To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice,  83 

To  God  I  cry'd,  when  troubles  rose,  160 
402 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine,  84 

To  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies,  116 

To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go,  408 

Trembling  before  thine  awful  throne,  97 

UNHAPPY  city,  hadst  thou  known,  52 

United  prayers  ascend  to  thee,  447 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb,  568 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuit  forbear,  591 

WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will,  147 

Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain,  357 

"  We've  no  abiding  city  here,"  422 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer,  360 

Welcome,  ye  hopeful  heirs  of  heaven,  417 

Were  once  our  vain  desires  subdued,  555 

We  wander  in  a  thorny  maze,  546 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price,  75 

What  jarring  natures  dwell  within,  233 

What  must  I  do  ?  the  Jailor  cries,  362 

What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do,  173 

What  sinners  value  I  resign,  199 

What  think  ye  of  Christ?  is  the  test,  140 

What,  tho'  the  arm  of  conquering  death,  296 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  286 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way,  406 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life,  590 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away,  573 

When  frowning  death  appears,  37 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view,.  186 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,  274 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,  262 

When  I  the  blest  Redeemer  see,  263 

When  Jesus  bade  me  leave  the  world,  416 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  502 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,  556 

When  lowering  clouds  deform  the  sky,  349 

When  on  the  third  auspicious  day,  517 

When  night  descends  in  sable  guise,  394 

When  renovating  grace  begins,  392 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  585 

When  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies,  2 

When  the  poor  leper's  case  I  read,  74 

When  we  with  welcome  slumber  press'd,  505 

When  will  the  happy  trump  proclaim,  479 

403 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn. 

When  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd,  404 

Where  are  the  dead  ?  in  heaven  or  hell,  592 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay,  203 

Where  is  my  God  7  does  he  retire,  125 

Where  is  now  our  boasted  Saviour,  240 

Where  shall  we  sinners  hide  our  heads  1  170 

While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way,  424 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light,  82 

While  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth,  171 

While  the  heralds  of  salvation,  504 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power,  281 

Who  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit,  478 

Why  should  the  christian  waste  in  sighs,  554 

Why  sinks  my  weak  desponding  mind,  201 

With  cheerful  voices  rise  and  sing,  530 

With  conscious  guilt  and  bleeding  heart,  99 

With  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays,  529 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue,  548 

With  kind  compassion  hear  my  cry,  356 

With  reverend  awe,  tremendous  Lord,  433 

With  tears  of  anguish,  I  lament,  234 

World,  adieu,  thou  real  cheat,  249 

YE  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne,  599 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men,  56 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu,  133 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm,  547 

Ye  humble  souls,  complain  no  more,  196 

Ye  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth,  544 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ,  493 

Ye  mourning  sinners,  here  disclose,  73 

Ye  saints,  assist  me  in  my  song,  382 

Ye  servants  of  God,  16 

Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record,  8 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking,  429 

Ye,  who  in  former  days,  42 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,  54 

Yonder,  amazing  sight !  I  see,  112 

ZEA  L  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame,  230 
404 


A  TABLE    OF    TEXTS. 


Ch.   Ver.  Hymn. 

ch. 

Ver. 

Hymn. 

Ch.  Ver.   Hymn. 

Genesis. 

14. 

2. 

539 

67. 

553 

5.  24. 

143 

16. 

22. 

578 

—  158. 

308 

6.  3. 

333 

17. 

1—11. 

578 

133.  1. 

215 

334 

23. 

3. 

144 

137.  5—6. 

297 

18.  19. 

290 

27. 

8. 

291 

207 

24.  56. 

416 

29. 

2. 

243 

138.  5. 

218 

28.  17. 

320 

Psalms 

139. 

3 

Numbers. 

4. 

6. 

252 

Proverbs. 

6.  25,  26. 

330 

6. 

92 

3.  13. 

229 

13. 

384 

7. 

11. 

41 

4.  7. 

78 

23.  10. 

572 

13. 

398 

8.  17. 

547 

Deuteronomy. 

32. 

7. 

349 

15.  3. 

4 

8.  2. 

266 

34. 

225 

18.  24. 

126 

33.  27. 

254 
255 

36. 

9. 

271 

272 

23.  17. 

Ecclesiastes 

275 

Joshua. 

37. 

4. 

187 

9.  5. 

*592 

24.  15. 

414 

42. 

5. 

200 

12.  7. 

566 

Judges. 

43. 

5. 

392 

Canticles. 

16.  20. 

174 

45. 

3—5. 

169 

3.  11. 

123 

Ruth. 

312 

5.  10. 

127 

1.  16—19. 

415 

48. 

14. 

276 

Isaiah. 

1  Samuel. 

51. 

9—13. 

93 

2.  2. 

486 

7.  12. 

439 

— 

11. 

182 

9.  2. 

132 

15.  32. 

590 

65. 

11. 

523 

12.  2. 

228 

30.  6. 

201 

85. 

6. 

305 

24.  18—20. 

39 

1  Kings. 

87. 

3. 

462 

26.  1—2. 

418 

18.  44. 

436 

90. 

5—9. 

577 

30.  33. 

28 

1  Chronicles. 

103. 

1—4. 

379 

32.  2. 

129 

28.  9. 

540 

104. 

34. 

556 

130 

Nehemiah. 

107. 

17—20. 

361 

33.  20—21. 

462 

5.  19. 

562 



30. 

399 

35.  10. 

377 

Esther. 

400 

378 

4.  16. 

77 



31. 

8 

44.  23. 

5 

Job. 

112. 

4. 

561 

51.  9. 

477 

3.  17. 

567 

119. 

9. 

548 

52.  7. 

40q 

434 

A    TABLE    OF    TEXTS. 


Ch. 

Ver.     Hymn. 

ICh.     Ver.     Hymn 

Ch. 

Ver.     Hymn. 

52. 

10. 

420 

Habakkuk. 

10. 

14. 

448 

53. 

1. 

300 

2.  17,18. 

226 

449 

55. 

1—2.  63,  64 

272 

— 

48. 

355 

— 

7. 

69 

Haggai. 

356 

— 

7. 

70 

2.     7. 

460 

365 

— 

10—11. 

310 

Zechariah 

. 

11. 

20. 

31 

— 

12—13. 

440 

12.   10.          86,  8S 

16. 

15. 

498 

57. 

15. 

188 

13.     1. 

12S 

Luke. 

58. 

1. 

294 

443 

1. 

46. 

204 

60. 

1. 

431 

Malachi. 

— 

78. 

482 

4S0 

3.  16. 

491 

2. 

8—14. 

103 

— 

2. 

464 

Matthew. 

104 

— 

8. 

437 

2.      1,2. 

138 

6. 

19. 

73 

63. 

7. 

9 

5.     3. 

196 

7. 

36—50. 

90 

66. 

2. 

2 

6.     6. 

279 

— 

37—50. 

348 

Jeremiah. 

280 

— 

47. 

159 

3. 

22. 

157 

—    10. 

483 

9. 

28—31. 

108 

8. 

20. 

33 

484 

10. 

30—37. 

503 

— 

22.     134 

,  135 

—    33. 

541 

11. 

21,22. 

363 

17. 

5,6. 

36 

7.   12. 

206 

12. 

16—21. 

34 

— 

9. 

345 

—    13,14. 

26 

13. 

23. 

25 

23. 

29. 

433 

8.     2,  3. 

74 

— 

28. 

587 

31. 

3. 

151 

—    24. 

399 

14. 

17. 

61 

— 

6. 

463 

11.  28. 

350 

22. 

54 

— 

18—20. 

68 

351 

55,56 

50. 

5. 

421 

—    28,30. 

57 

— 

23. 

65 

Ezekiel. 

58,  59 

15. 

10. 

425 

36. 

8. 

461 

13.  39. 

522 

— 

11—24. 

368 

— 

37. 

306 

—    37—42. 

304 

369 

37. 

3. 

309 

—    46. 

133 

370 

Daniel. 

15.   19. 

45 

— 

20—24. 

60 

5. 

5,6. 

340 

22.  42. 

140 

18. 

1—7. 

287 

— 

27. 

27 

24.  44. 

591 

19. 

41. 

248 

Hosea. 

26.  41. 

259 

— 

42. 

32,53 

14. 

1,2. 

100 

260 

156 

— 

4. 

157 

26.  41. 

261 

23. 

39- -43. 

158 

Joel. 

28.   18. 

474 

24. 

50,51. 

119 

1. 

14. 

551 

Mark. 

John. 

Amos. 

1.  35. 

508 

1. 

12. 

141 

7. 

2. 

302 

8.  34. 

221 

— 

29. 

131 

Jonah. 

—    36.         75,76 

— 

39. 

72 

3. 

9. 

343 

—    38. 

183 

3. 

5—7. 

166 

Micah. 

410 

411 

168 

4. 

1—5. 
406 

481 

9.  43,44. 

28 

3. 

14. 

47 

A    TABLE    OF    TEXTS. 


Ch.    Ver.    Hymn. 

Ch.     Ver.     Hymn. 

Ch.     Ver.     Hymn, 

4.                79, 80 

13.  11. 

527 

3.     1. 

450 

4.  35. 

442 

1  Corinthian 

s. 

1  Thessalonians. 

—    42. 

137 

2.     9. 

208 

5.   17. 

289 

_    46—49. 

560 

4.     7. 

151 

Hebrews. 

5.     2—9. 

371 

6.   19. 

256 

4.     7. 

30 

6.  67—69. 

406 

7.  29. 

576 

— •      9. 

519 

407 

13.      1—3. 

213 

—    13. 

4 

408 

—      8. 

207 

—    15. 

186 

7.  37. 

44 

15.  57. 

594 

7.  25. 

122 

45,46. 

2  Corinthians. 

12.     5—11. 

552 

9.     4. 

85 

2.   15,16. 

293 

—    22—24. 

267 

549 

4.     6. 

392 

268 

14.     2. 

600 

—    18. 

258 

13.   14. 

422 

—      6. 

139 

5.   17. 

373 

—    17. 

292 

142 

374 

James, 

—    16,17. 

175 

404 

4:    13,  14. 

84 

—    26. 

179 

6.     2. 

81 

1  Peter. 

180 

82,83 

2.     7. 

264 

19.  30. 

113 

—    17,18. 

152 

3.  20. 

162 

114 

13.     5. 

236 

5.     8. 

394 

20.  28. 

140 

237 

2  Peter. 

21.   15. 

212 

Galatians 

1.     4. 

161 

Acts. 

3.  28. 

214 

2.  22. 

42 

8.     8. 

426 

215 

1  John. 

9.   11. 

288 

6.   14. 

262 

2.     1. 

125 

10.  38. 

502 

Ephesians 

,. 

3.     1. 

141 

16.  30,31. 

362 

2.     5. 

154 

4.     8. 

7 

17.  30. 

38 

155 

—    10. 

382 

24.  16. 

216 

1  —    IS. 

11 

Revelation. 

Romans 

4.  30. 

335 

3.  20. 

48,49 

1.   16. 

173 

6.   13—17. 

231 

50,51 

—    17. 

189 

Philippians. 

14.  2,  3. 

487 

3.  16. 

37 

1.     6. 

160 

—      6.      465,466 

5.  21. 

153 

2.     8,  9. 

12C 

15.     3. 

375 

7.     9. 

35S 

4.     4. 

124 

20.   11. 

32 

8.  14. 

316 

—      8. 

222 

—    12. 

589 

10.     1. 

467 

Colossians. 

21.     4. 

559 

465 

1      2.     2. 

41S 

1    22.  17. 

45 

46$ 

>    —    15. 

12C 

I 

407 


INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


Absence  from  God,  407,  408 

Accepted  time,  51,  81 — 85 

Adieu,  vain  world,  249 — 252 

Adoption,  141 

Advocate,  Christ  our,  122,  125 

Afflictions  needful,  552 — 555 
resignation  to,  219,  220,  223 
support  under,  556,559,561, 

186 
sweetened,  556 

Age,  middle,  549 
old,  550 

Africa,  prayer  for,  457 

Alarm,  the,  43 

Alarming,  25 — 43,  585—589 

All  things  ready,  61 

Alms,  502—54,  184 

Angel  flying,  465,  466 

Angels  ready,  61 

Apostacy,  42 

Ark  for  believers,  162 

Ascension  of  Christ,  118 — 121 

Ashamed,  not,  183,  410,  411 

Atonement,     142,    262 — 265, 
110,  116,  131 

Attributes  of  God,  3,  4 

Awakened  sinner,  332 — 343 
B 

Backsliding,  danger  of,  409 
and  returning,  245 — 248 
prayer  against,  406 — 409 

Balaam's  wish,  572 

Baptism,  446—450 
408 


Baptism,  adult,  446,  450 

household,  447,  448 

infant,  448,  449 
Bartimeus,  365 
Bethlehem,  Star  of,  138 
Bramble,  36 
Brazen  Serpent,  47 
Broad  and  narrow  way,  25,  26 
Brotherly  love,  214,  215,  419 

C 
Call,  the  Lord's,  152 
Calvary,  111—114 

voice  from,  381 

and  Sinai,  435 
Canaan,  way  to,  139 

prospects  of,  384 
Carnal  joys,  253,  573 
Characters  of  Christ,  125 — 140 
Charity,  184 
Children,  baptized,  448,  449 

of  the  church,  prayer  for,  303 

death  cf,  574 
Christ,  102—140 

advocate,  125 

ark  for  believers.  162 

ascension  of,  118 — 121 

ashamed  of  not,  410,  411 

characters  of,  125 — 140 

coronation  of,  123 

crucified,  110—112 

death    and    resurrection  of, 
110—116 

desire  of  all  nations,  460 

example,  106,  107 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Christ,  excellencies  of,  66 

finishing  his  work,  113,  114 

fountain,  128,  443 

friend,  126,  127 

in  Gethsemane,  109 

hiding-place,  129,  130,  349 

intercession  of,  122 

inviting  sinners,  44 — 46 

kingdom  of,  124,  314,  483 
484 

knocking  at  the  door ,48 — 51 

lamb  of  God,  131 

light,  132 

love  to,  210—212 

message  of,  105 

mj  Lord  and  my  God,  140 

nativity  of,  102 

pearl  of  great  price,  183 

physician,  73,  74,  134,  135, 

352,  353,  371 
precious,  264 
priest,  136 
prince  of  peace,  485 
redeemer,  164,  165,  167 
reigning,  115, 444, 445, 486, 

487 
refuge,  254,  255 
resurrection  of,  117 
Saviour,  137 
Star  of  Bethlehem,  138 
submission  to,  224 
sufferings  of,  110 — 116 
transfiguration  of,  108 
trust  in,  228 
way  to  Canaan,  139 
weeping,  52,  53,  248 
Christian,  backsliding  and  re- 
turning, 245 — 247 
bidding   adieu  to    the   vain 
world,  249—252,  273,  274 
in  darkness,  283— 240 
encouraged,  200,  201 
enjoying  light,  271 — 273 
35 


212, 


Christian,    examination, 
236,  237 
his  faith  fainting,  241 
fearing  God,  275 
forsaken,  yet  hoping,  242 
hope  of,  199 

inviting  sinners,  54,  56 — 59 
has  joys  unseen,  258 
journeying  to  heaven,  423 
mariner,  399,  400 
mourning,  234,  235 
parting    with    carnal   joys, 

25X) 
pilgrim,  266,  270 
praying  for  grace,  257 
his  refuge,  254,  255 
rejoicing  in  a  revival,  424 — 

445 
rising  to  God,  278 
singing,  277 
sitting  at  Jesus'  feet,  265 
supported  by  hope,  274 
trembling,  202 
watching  and  praying-,  259, 

261 
love,   214,   215,   419,   420, 

531,  537, 
friends  welcomed,  531 

parting-,   532 — 537 

Church,  love  to,  297 

prayer  for,  483,  484,   314, 

302 
children  of,  prayed  for,  303 
glory  of,  479—482, 486,487 
wheat  and  tares  in,  304 
meetings,  303,  205,  307 
City  of  God,  462 
of  refuge,  418 
no  abiding,  422 
wept  over,  52 
Collections,    502—504,    184, 

489—492 
Come  and  see,  72 

409 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


-504,  184 


Comfort   of  forgiveness,   ]59, 
97,  379 

from  hope  of  heaven,  274 

true  and  false,  184 
Communion  with  God,  143 — 
145 

with  saints,  419,  420,  214, 
215 
Company,  evil,  287 
Concert,  monthly,  451 — 487 
Conference,  315—324 
Confession,  86—101 
Confidence  in  Christ,  186 
Conscience,  peace  of,  216,  273 
131,217 

tender,  94 
Contrite  heart,  96,  188 
Contributions,  502 
Conversion,  361 — 371 

effected  by  divine  power,  366 

gives  joy  to  saints,  425,  426 

necessit}7  of,  367 
Convert,  372—423 

in  darkness,  391—397 

humbled,  389,  390, 

true,  404,  405 
Conviction,  344—361 

and  conversion,  361 — 371 
Coronation  of  Christ,  123 
Cross  of  Christ,  110—116 

our  glory,  183 

crucifixion  to  the  world  by 
it,  262,  263 
D 
Danger,  of  delay,  33,  51 

of  death,  85 

of  hell,  28,  29 
Darkness,  christian  in,  238 — 
240 

new  convert  in,  391 — 397 

light  in,  561 
Day  of  Judgment,  585 — 589 
Day  of  glory  to  the  church, 
479 
410 


Death,  approaching,  85 

of  a  child,  574 

of  Christ,  110—115 

of  a  brother,  569 

of  men,  565 — 575 

preparation  for,  591 

of  a  minister,  296,  565,  566 

of  a  saint,  571,  572 

of  the  sinner,  37 

of  a  sister,  570 

of  a  young  person,  573 

victory  over,  594 

and  Heaven,  590,  600 
Declension    lamented,    298— 

302 
Decrees  of  God,  146,  147 
Dedication,  self,  412,  413 
Delay,  33,  51,  333—336 
Deliverance  from  evil  compan- 
ions, 387,  388 

Satan,  363 

sin,  364 

temptation,  388 
Depravity,148 — 150, 308, 309, 

345 
Desert,  wandering  in,  394 
Destruction,  escaping' from,  26 

multitudes  in   the   way   of, 
25 
Devotion,  secret,  279,  280 
Dismission,  326,  331 
Doctrines,  141 — 170 
Door,  48—51 
Dress,  195,  203 
E 
Eben-Ezer,  439 
Efficacious  grace,  169 
Election,  151,  152 
Eternity,  579,  580 
Evening,  510 — 514 

and  morning,  6 

twilight,  285 

Saturday,  515 

Sabbath,  518 


INDEX    OP    SUBJECTS. 


Examination,  self,  212,   236, 

227 
Example  of  Christ,  106,  107 

F 
Faith,  connected  with  salva- 
tion, 190 

conquering,  189 

fainting,  241 

living  and  dead,  19 

power  of,  192 

in  suffering,  308 
Fall  of  man,  308,  309 
Family  worship,  290 
Fast,   public,    551,  343,  308, 

309,  86—101,  68 
Fathers,  where,  577 
Fear  of  God,  275 
Feast  of  the  gospel,  54 

invitation  to,  63 
Fellowship     with    christians, 
214,  215,  419,420,  531 
—537 
Few  saved,  25,  26 
Fields  white  for  harvest,  442 
Fig-tree,  31 
Finished,  113,  114 
Flood,  162 
Forgiveness  of  sin,  380 

joy  of,  97,  379,  1 59 
Forms  without  love,  291 
Fortitude,  holy,  193 
Fountain,  79,  80,  204 

opened  in  Zion,  443 
Frailty    of    life,     577,     539, 

584 
Friend,  Christ,  our,  126,  127, 

48 
Friends,  welcome,  531 

parted  with,  532 — 537 
Funeral,  82,  84,    85,    565 
575 

of  ministers,  665,  296,  566 

of  a  saint,  566,  571 

of  a  child,  574 

of  a  youth,  573 


Garden  of  Gethsemane,  109, 

136 
Gideon;   389 
GOD,  1—13 

angry  with  the  wicked,  41 

communion     with,     143 — 
145,  187 

condescension  of,  2 

decrees  of,   146,  147 

dedication  to,  412 — 414 

delight  in,  187 

eternal  and  exalted,  15 

fear  of,  275 

fountain  of  light,  271,  272 

glorified  in  redemption    5 — 
6 

goodness  and  mercy  of,  8 

love  to,  207—209,  225 

love  and  mercy  of,  10 

is  love,  7,  8 

loving  kindness  of,  9 

omniscience    and    omnipre- 
sence, 3,  4 

people  of,  415 

providence,  mysteries  of,  12 

rising  to,  278 

servants  of,  always  safe,  13 

temple  of,   our  bodies,    256 

trust  in,  226 — 228,  272 
Gospel,  doctrines  of,  141,  170 

excellence  of,  23 

and  law,  171 — 173 

free  offer  of,  64 

power  of,  22,  173 

prayer  for  spread  of,  45 1~ 
459,  464,  471 — 477 

suited  to  our  wants,  45,  55 
Gracep  efficacious,  169 

and  nature,  conflict  of,  395 

miracle  of,  380 

necessity  of,  300 

prayer  for,  257 


reignin* 


153 


salvation  by,  154 — 156 
411 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Grace,  sovereign,  156 
Graces  of  the  Spirit,    183 — 

230 
Gratitude,  humble,  194 
Grave,  the,  567,  563 
Gravity  and  decency,  195 

H 
Hatred  of  sin,  197,  198 
Happiness  in  God  only,  273 
Happy  change,  366 

poverty,  196 
Hardness  of  heart,  338,    339 
Harvest,      fields     white     for, 
442 

past,  33 

the  great,  522 
Heart,  contrite,  1 88 

given  to  God,  373 

hard,  338,  339 

sinful,  345 

taken,  363 
Heaven,  hope  of,  274 

panting  for,  599 

prospect  of,  384,  595 

song  of,  596 

joy  of,  on  earth,  205 
Hell,  28,  29 

Hiding-place,  129,  130,  349 
Hinder  me  not,  416 
Holy  Spirit,   breathing  after 
177 

graces  of,  183 

influences    of,     175,     306 
307,  309,  310 

insensibly  withdrawn,  174 

invocation  to,  176 

joy  in,  204 

prayer  to,  1.78—182,  316 

for,  478 

Hope,  christian,  199 

encouraged,  200,  201 

a  support,  274 

trembling,  202 
Humility,  203 
Hypocrite,  291,  185 


Intercession  of  Christ,  122 
Invitations  of    Christ   to  sin- 
ners, 44—51,  57,  64 
Invocation  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 

176—182 
Israel,  prayer  for,  467 — 469 
restoration    of,     461,    463, 
470 

J 
Jacob,  by  whom  arise,  302 
Jailor,  362 

Jerusalem,  wept  over,  52 
Jews,  (see  Israel) 
Joy  in  sorrow,  557 
Judgment   day,    32,    39,    40, 

522,  585,-589 
Justice  and  equity,  206 

K 
Kingdom  of  Christ,  124 
love  tof  297 

prayed  for,  314,  483,  484 
triumphant,  479 — 482, 486, 
487 
Knocking  at  the  door,  48 — 51 
Knowledge  vain  without  love, 
213 

L 
Lamb  of  God,  131 
Law  and  Gospel,  171 — 173, 

435 
Leper  healed,  74 
Life  the  accepted  time,  82 
Light,  Christ  the,  132 

in  darkness,  561 
Living  and  dead  faith,  191 
Love  of  God,  M),  7 

to  God,  207—209,  225 
to  the  Church,  297 
to  Christ,  210—212 
nothing  without,  213 


to    Christians,     214, 

419,  420 
redeeming,  382 
divine,  111,  438 

412 


215, 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Loving  kindness,  9 

M 
Mariner,  13,  138,  399,  403 
Marriage,  528—530,420,316 

Mary,  90,  348 

Mercies  remembered,  439 

Mercy  of  God,  10,  354—356 

message  of,  71 
Messiah,  his  reign,  440,  441 
Midnight,  109 
Millennium,  479 — 487 
Ministers,  watchmen,  292 

loss  of,  296 

a  sweet  savor,  293 

sick,  prayer  for,  295 

rejoicing,  426 

their  woik,  294 

funeral  of,  565,  296 
Miracle  of  grace,  380 
Misery  and  sin,  148 — 150 
Missionary   meetings,    488 — 
501,294 

collections,  502 — 504 
Missionaries,  ordination  of,  493 
—498 

departure  of,  493 — 498 

farewell,  500,  501,  499 
Monthly  concert,  451 — 487 
Morning,  505 — 509,  275 

and  evening,  6,  275 
Multitude  in  the  road  to  de- 
struction, 25,  26 
N 
Narrow  way,  26 
Nature  and  grace,  395, 396 
New-birth,  373,  389,  390 

necessity  of,  367 
New- Year,  524—526 
Night,  coming,  85 

Saturday,  515 
Nightingale,  282 
Noah,  162 

O 
Ordination  of  ministers,  292 
—294,  431 


Ordination    of     missionaries, 
493—498 
P 
Pardon,  137,  379,380,  111 

for  the  greatest  sins,  159 

and  sanctification,  170 
Peace    of      conscience,    216, 

217 
Penitential,  86 — 101 
Penitent,  the,  90,  91 

prayer  of,  92—101 
Pearl  of  great  price,  133 
Perseverance,  160,  161,  162 
Physician,  Christ  the,  73,  74 

of  souls,  134,  135,  371 
Pilgrim,  266—270,  276 

rejoicing  on  his  way,  218, 
377,  379 

asking  the  way  to  Zion,421 

his  guide,  276 

seeking  a  city,  422,  423 

his  song,  277 
Pleasures  unseen,  258 
Pool,  the  gospel,  371 
Poor,  the  friends  of,  184 
Poverty,  happy,  196 
Praise,  universal,  14 — 18 

to  God,  17,  18 

to  the  Trinity,  14 

to  the  Redeemer,  385,  386 

for  redemption,  383,  382 
Prayer  for  Africa,  457 

answered,  364,  365 

by  crosses,  244 

for  Christ's  presence,  315, 
318,319 

for  children,  303 

exhortation  to,  108,  286 — 
289 

for  the  kingdom  of  Christ, 
314,  451—459,  464— 
477 

to  be  kept  from  backsliding, 
406—409 

for  the  Spirit,  478 

413 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


■182. 


Prayer  to  the  Spirit,  176 
316 
for  deliverance  from  sin,  94 
of  a  parent,  560 
for  peace  of  mind,  217 
to  be  remembered,  562 
for  a  revival,  305—312 
for  opposers  of  revivals,  313 
for  repentance,  96 
for  mercy,  354—356,  365 
for  the  spread  of  the  gospel, 
451—459,464,471 — 477 
for    spiritual   healing,  352 

353 
for  sinners,  300 
for  the  Jews,  467—469 
and    watchfulness,     259 — 
261,  270 
Pride,  folly  of,  203 
Priest,  Christ  our,  136 
Prince  of  peace,  485 
Prodigal,  368,  370 

returning,  369,  60 
Profession,  false,  31 
Promises,  precious,  461 
Prospect  of  heaven,  384 
Providence,  12 

R 
Redeeming  love,  382,  163 
Redemption  by  Christ,   163 — 
165 
exhibits  the  glories  of  God 
5 
Redeemer,  his  message,  105 
Reflections,     sick-bed,      563, 

564 
Refuge,  254,  255 

city  of,  418 
Regeneration,  166 — 168 
Rejoicing,  218,  377,  378 
in  a  revival,  424 — 445 
Religion,  78,  542 

a  revival  of,  424,  445 
prayed  for,  305—314 

414 


Religion,  triumph  of,  441 


vain  without  love,  213 

its  support,  274 
Repentance,  38, 86 — 95 
Resignation,  219,  220,  223 
Resolution,  noblest,  414 
Resolve,  77 
Resurrection,  581 — 584 

of  Christ,  117,  120,  121 
Returning  sinner,  372 

backslider,  245,  246 

to  Zion,  377 
Revival  of  religion,  424 — 445 

prayed  for,  305 — 314 

beginning,  427 — 432,  436, 
437 

enjoyed,  424 — 445 
Riches,  their  vanity,  36 

36 
Rich  sinner  dying,  34,  35 
Rising  to  God,  278 

S 
Sabbath,  516,  517 

the  eternal,  519 

evening,  518 
Sacramental,   412,   43,   417, 
419,  420,  89,  109—116, 
119—224,        163—465, 
381,  382 
Sacrifices,  131,  89,  112 
Saints    and     sinners    in    the 

wreck  of  nature,  39 
Sailors,  13,  138,  399—403 
Salvation,  by  grace,  154 — 156 

connected  with  faith,  190 
Sanctification  and  pardon,  170 
Samaria,  woman  of,  79,  80 
Satan  subdued,  363 
Saturday  night,  515 
Saviour,  (see  Christ) 
Scoffer,  addressed,  29,  398 
Scriptures,  19 — 24 

excellence  of,  21,  20 

a  lamp,  19 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Scriptures,  glory  of,  24 

attended  with  the  Spirit,  22 
reveal  Christ,  23 

Seasons,  523 

Secret  devotion,  279—285 

Self-denial,  221 

Self-examination,    212,     236, 
237,  202 

Servants  of  God,  always  safe, 
13 
should  praise  him,  16 

Serpent  raised  by  Moses,  47 

Shame,  183,  410,  411,  562 

Sick-bed  reflections,  563,  564  , 

Sincerity  and  truth,  222 

Sinai,  171,583,7 
and  Calvary,  435 

Sin  bewailed,  351 

and  misery,  148 — 150 
effects  of  it,  352,  308,  309 
forgiven,  97,  379 
hatred  of,  197,  198 
in-dwelling,  234,  235 

Sinner  addressed,  26 — 30,  38, 
40,  43,  56—62 
awakened,  332 — 343 
burdened,  346,  350 
complaint  of,  341 
confessing  his  sin,  50 
convicted,  344 — 348 
condemned,  41 
cured,  371 

in  danger  by  delay,  51 
expostulation  with,  71 
forgiven,  379,  380 
friend  of,  126,  127 
God's  answer  to,  342 
hiding  place  for,  349 
invited  by  Christ,  48 — 52, 44 

to  Christ,  45—74 

by  Christians,  54,   56 

—59 

in  the  hour  of  death,  33,  37 

in  the  judgment,  39,  61 


Sinner,  looking  back,  42 
lamenting,  332,   334,   336. 
337 

the  hardness  of 

his  heart,  339,  345,  347 
mourning,  invited,  73 
must  be  born  again,  367 
prayer  of  a  penitent,   92 — 

95,  350—356 
prepare  to  meet  God,  40 
prayer  to  Christ  for,  53 
repenting,  86 — 91 
resolving  to  go  to  Christ,  77 
returning,  372 
requested  to  stop,  43 
slain  and  reviving,  359 
submitting  to  God,  357,  358 
trembling,  340,  343,  344 
Sitting  at  Jesus'  feet,  265 
Song,  the  pilgrim's,  277 
of  Moses    and    the  Lamb, 
375 
Sorrow,  joy  in,  557 
Soul,  its  worth,  75,  76 
Spirit,    Holy,    his  influences, 

306,  307,  309,  310 
Spring,  521 

Star  of  Bethlehem,  138 
Storm  at  sea,  13 
hushed,  402 

refuge  from,  254,  255,  349 
Submission,  223,  219,  220 

to  Christ,  224 
Sufferings  and  death  of  Christ, 
110—116 
faith  in,  398 
Summer,  522 
Surrender,  the,  360 

T 
Temptations,  388,  558 
Tender  conscience,  93,  94 
Thanksgiving,  439,  523,  379, 
6,  8,  18,  194,  375,  376, 
158 

415 


INDEX  OP  SUBJECTS. 


Thief,  128,  156,  158 
Thunder,  349,  433,  171 

Time  and  eternity,  476 — 580 
Times  and  Seasons,  505 — 564 
To-day,  80,  81,83—85 

the  accepted  time,   81,  83, 
—85 
To-morrow,  84 
Transfiguration,  108 
Traveller,  13,  267,  268 
Trinity,  11,  14 
Trust  in  Christ,  223 

God,  225—227 
Truth  and  sincerity,  222 
Twilight,  285 

U 
Unbelief,  228 
Universal  praise,  14 — 18 

V 
Vanity  of  the  world,  545 
Vision  of  dry  bones,  309 

W 
Wanderer,  546,  68,  439 
Warfare,  the  Christian,  231 — 

233,  395,  396 
Watch,  pray,  259 — 261 

and  knock,  270 
Watching  for  souls,  392 
Water  of  life,  79,  80 
Wicked,  God  angry  with,  41 

way  of,  69 
Wheat  and  tares,  304 
Winter,  520 
Wisdom,  true,  229 
Who  can  tell,  343 
Word  of  God,  its  efficacy,  443 
416 


World,  end  of,  39 

not  our  home,  422, 423 

vanity  of,  545 
Worldling,  34—36 
Worship,  279—331 

private,  279 — 285 

family,  290 

social,  286— r289 

public,  317—331 

place  of,  325,  318—321 

beginningof,317,320,323,4 

preparation  for,  322 

delightful,  322,  324 

formality  in,  291 

dismission  of,  326 — 329,  71, 
587,  588 
Wrath  coming,  41 
Wreck  of  nature,  29 

Y 
Year,  New,  524 — 526 

seasons  of,523,520-522,527 
Youth,  538—548 

prayer  for,  303 

of,  548 

invitations  to,  83 

death  of,  573 
Z 
Zeal,  true  and  false,  230 
Zion,  gate  of,  knocking  at,  270 

returning  to,  377 

asking  the  way  to,  42 1 

restored,  434 

fountain  in,  443 

prospects  of,  479 

things  spoken  of,  462 

arise  and  shine,  480 


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